Marit paused briefly, pondering what Jon said about it not being the first time he had a gun in his face. The day of the raid hadn’t been the first time she had to get up at a criminally early hour either, but that didn’t make it any less unpleasant. He did look like he’d seen things though. He had the air of a Merlin BattleMech that found itself in several conflicts back-to-back: Not old, but worn beyond its years.

[color=76D0FF]”Our month must’ve made for good gossip in the ivory towers.”[/color] She noted absentmindedly, her tone bare of any ill will or blame, more akin to a casual observation about the weather, [color=76D0FF]”So, why only reach out to us now? I’m assuming you’ve known about someone’s presence in these mines ever since we arrived. Was her highness counting on Xiu’s remnant putting this burning bag of shit out by themselves? If so, how do five-“[/color] Marit paused, remembering the Lumberjack newly added into their roster, [color=76D0FF]”Five and a half ‘Mechs and a tank plus support personnel balance out the loss of their leadership?”[/color] Jeong could’t have thought they were refugees or some other faction, Right? She mentioned seismic sensors, what else but a BattleMech could trip those?

[color=76D0FF]”Speaking of the shitstorm, how bad is it out there? Not just Portveyn, all of it. I’m assuming you know more than we do. See, the fork we’re getting our wireless reception through keeps getting stolen by the cooks, it’s the only one we have, so we sometimes miss the CNB broadcasts.”[/color] She started fishing for information before a bit of pride bubbled up onto the surface, [color=76D0FF]”Anything of note in response to our little heist?”[/color]

[@Pilatus]