<strong>"Huh. Well . . . this is totally not what I was expecting. Giant robots are apparently a thing now . . . Neat!"</strong><br/><br/>As if it was absolutely nothing special, the Welsh girl skipped her way forward, ooh-ing and aah-ing at the assembled mecha. Really, it only took one glance to figure out which one she wanted. The biggest and bulkiest was covered in heavy metal armor, a dark purple in color with white and pale pink accents. It's 'head' was shaped like a closed-helmet with a wide slit for it's eyes to peek out of. On one shoulder and the wing was the Westbrook coat of arms. Honestly, it could only be more british if it had a sheathed cavalry saber and was drinking tea.<br/><br/>Adjusting her ponytail she picked up the dark purple hair clips and put them on, before moving to the entry plug. With a jaunty wave to the others, she climbed inside the entry plug and moved to find a comfortable position, reaching out to grip the controls.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">A chain knife in the wing storage, a combat knife in one hand . . . and I'm spending my 1 req on a goddamn HAMMER for the other hand. WOO!</div></div>