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"Morning old man." Sasha said cheerfully, waving at the much, much larger man with her unfortunately dwindling latte. It was fortunate he had to look down to see [i]anyone[/i], if he didn't then Sasha would've been invisible. She was barely chest high. If she was being really, really generous with herself. At least Joan and Husam could [i]see[/i] her if they were looking straight ahead. Still, the big man was one of her favorite people. Biggest ham ever, though. Disrespectful as it sounded, 'old man' was her favorite term of endearment. He hated when she called him 'Mr. Thor', made him feel even older, and 'Jack' was too generic. So 'old man' it was. The technician beamed and jerked a thumb at the Ball. "Hope you slept well, you might be headed out. Hate to have to explain how #1 Dad got shot down. Take the thirty seconds to do pre-flight on that thing, will you?"

She was midway through turning to Joan when she heard Yatogami's remarks and stopped still. First she looked at Joan, with eyes that expressed nothing but pure confusion and indecision before pivoting slightly to the younger pilot. "I uh, yeah. Unorthodox. Don't think I'd praise it so much, though. It's... It's a support craft. A spherical coffin with a laser cutter and an ejection seat."

A pause.

"Joan doesn't like it when I call it that. But she also says I shouldn't lie. So it's a struggle." Another, slightly longer pause. "The old man's good at using it, though. Once won a sim tournament I watched with a twenty year old grunt mech, and he's done great with the thing's sims. Just... I hesitate to call it a 'mech'."

"A n y w a y, Joan, I need you to take a look at the Judah's diagnostics." Sasha took a long sip of her latte, disappointment increasing as it dwindled. "Anything look wrong to you? Looks fine to me."