"Guh...."

It was hot as heck, and she was already dripping sweat into the inner workings of Strike's left leg. She had already unzipped her jumpsuit and stripped down right to her tank top, and would have taken off the jumpsuit entirely if not for the fact people would see her bare butt if she did so. This was definitely not her ideal condition for working, but... she would have to examine everything for early signs of malfunction, especially from the weather. Everything should be able to withstand all sorts of weather in all sorts of terrain; the Gundams were designed with that in mind after all. But being designed for something does not automatically mean one can leave them out in any weather and expect it to run at full maximum. Designs were made to be tweaked and fine tuned after all.

She slumped outside Strike's leg, and reached over to the tool cart, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the cooler sitting on it. Most of the other technicians and mechanics couldn't be arsed to really work as well, with some of them watching that person practice moving Calamity. He's not really improving much from what she could tell. Milya would try to help him but... she suspected military types don't take well to techies like her telling them what to do. She did try to help from the data feed she received from his training sessions however, tweaking the Gundam and it's OS so it could be used easier by him.

Not that she couldn't understand his feelings however; she herself had hit the simulator when she could.

"Ah.... this weather is hell...." She took another gulp of water and just sat by Strike's leg, taking a break for the moment.