Locking and plugging in her mobile to a little slot she installed on the wall, she set a playlist to some nice instrumental music- the type used in movies when the heroes showed up for the final boss battle, for example. She flicked through the options, selected the favorite that she wanted to start off with, and set it to begin playing the moment she touched down.

	She low-keyed hated the pilots who were based in chassis similar to Reapers, though her feelings toward the person themselves were completely different. In Alms' case, she hated talking to him in person. [color=salmon]"Roger that, Reaper-man. But you know what they say, Alms. A brawl a day keeps the IMC away- wise words to live by, in my book."[/color] The quote was actually straight [i]from[/i] her book, so of course it'd be wise words for her. 

	[color=salmon]"Sniping's for the grandmothers, anyways, so you're well suited. I'll take them all on!"[/color] Her customary excitement/rage mix edged into her voice, jittery from pre-battle anxiety. Pounding the [color=red][READY][/color] button to prep her Titanfall, she ran a mental scan over Lucy's systems. Nuclear reactor purring like a kitten, ammunition fully loaded and secured, sword locked onto its magnetic sheath on where his butt would be, if he were the Titan.

	The Titan dipped slightly as the clamps holding her readied her for Titanfall, and then gravity dropped away as the atmospheric drop heat-shields were locked onto the chassis, and fired explosively down at the planet.