Isis worked her way toward the DropShip, and tried to ignore the looks and stares she got along the way.  The sight of her battered mech - with its patchwork repairs, warped armor places, and slapped on paint job - was no doubt amusing to other, more well-off mech warriors.  One in particular caught her eye as she started past.  He was a rough looking type, standing half in, half out of his entrance hatch atop his mech, talking with a woman that was sitting on her own mech which was standing next to his.  He pointed toward Isis' Locust and started laughing.  Isis scowled for a moment, then switched on her target systems and painted his mech with every weapon sensor she had.  The man jerked in surprise as warning alarms started howling in his own cockpit, and he fell gracelessly through his hatch.<br/><br/>Isis grinned and continued on.  She had no ammunition, but of course, he hadn't known that.<br/><br/>As she reached the DropShip, she was directed into the proper bay, and she continued in until she found her spot, and parked her mech.