[center][color=00aeef][h2]Benjamin Armbruster[/h2][/color]
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Matsuo, wasn't it? That was her name. Ben'd seen her around, but judging by her reaction they'd never really [i]met[/i] before. Wasn't the time for formalities, he needed to get [i]Vernichten[/i] ready.

[color=00aeef]"Matsuo!"[/color] He called after her, jerking a thumb back towards the direction of Test Team's Walker bays. [color=00aeef]"If yours is good to go, I could use a hand. My girl's in the middle of a power relay replacement, two sets of hands'll make it go a lot quicker than one."[/color]

[center][h2]Inoue Ayane[/h2]
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Ayane seemed to be back in her element, by the time they were back on the base. It took a second to explain her situation, officially she didn't report for a few more days, but no one was really turning down another set of hands as long as her ID checked out. Which it did, it just wasn't updated to reflect her present posting yet. They let the duo pass pretty quickly, entering into the hectic frenzy of the Walker Corp's hangar. 

The Japanese girl was off the back of the moped almost before it stopped, her duffel slung over her back like a weapon. Eyes scanned the hangar, rapidly but efficiently, taking in all the relevant details. Identifying people of authority. Evaluating combat strength. A certain coiled grace had entered her stride, a martial bearing that had been at least somewhat suppressed before. The Far East Brigade pilot was [i]ready[/i], she was just looking for something to [i]do[/i] about it.

"Ms. Marcus, do you have a machine to prep?"