Milya picked up a wrench and swung at a sudden incoming object. Oh, it was a card? Who would be throwing cards at-

"Milya~!" Arsenio called out from up on the catwalk of the hangar, "Do you want me to deal you in?"

"Deal me what?" she inquired, fending off the rest of the incoming cards, waving her wrench wildly. "Stop, stoooooop~!"

"You wanna play Texas Hold'em?"

"I must refuse unfortunately. I have no idea what that is." Truth be told, its a little too hot to do anything remotely exciting. It felt as if she'd melt under this heat. She felt like going back to the air conditioned confines of her room and just.... hibernate.

"Get back to work.You have better things to do don't you?" Donald called out suddenly. Oh? Do pilots have anything else to do than laze around or go on the simulations? She certainly didn't know, being busy with all these prototypes' maintenance and all. At the very least, those theory people got their stuff right. The parts were showing no signs of stress from the weather as of this moment, but of course she can't vouch for that until it is tested in rigorous combat conditions.

"-Mizawa's haunted lab or something?" Kaiser's voice shook her out of her reverie. Oh so that was the ace of the ship. He had a customized Dagger somewhere, with a custom paintjob to boot. She should meet him later on and tell him about the idea she had to maximize the Dagger's effectiveness. The first would definitely be a Gatling gun mounted on the shoulders, then perhaps in the chest area as well...