Kate MacTaggart wasn't as beat up about the recent near-annihilation of the Dark Angels as her two companions, though that's not to say she was coldly indifferent. She'd just been through worse, at least in her eyes, and at least this time it had been victory, albeit a costly one, as the Dark Angels had held out till the reinforcments arrived. It gave her comfort to know that all the mechwarriors lost at least had died for a victory, and a bump to the unit's rep, if they could rebuild it enough.<br/><br/>"How many mechwarriors are we hirin' again?" Kate asked the Colonel without looking at her. Kate spoke with a light accent that revealed her background as readily as the Sanglamore Academy and 4th Skye Rangers patches on her flightsuit. "And did ya ever hear from the techs about a final count of salvageable mechs? Can we hire any Dispossessed?"<br/><br/>Kate continued to scan the crowd, watching people as they went by. Being such a small woman, it could really be difficult at times, and as pretty as she is, Kate gets leered at quite a bit, at least till they notice the death's head<em>Atlas</em>patch also sewn into her flightsuit; why is it everyone always expects petite female mechwarriors to pilot scout mechs?<br/><br/>"Explain to me again, ma'am, how this hiring process works? We post our offers in the database and then what? Setup a booth or lemonade stand?"