The crew had been, for the most part, very quiet about what had just transpired. Tank combat was personal, to a point. It was also impersonal, to a point. What Ash had done bridged the gap between both. She made it [i]very[/i] personal, and yet acted as if it was just another part of the job. The crew had a newfound fear and respect for her. To charge a tank as fearlessly as she did, even if it was knocked out by mobility kill, still took a lot of guts and stupidity. They were still figuring out which it was as Roxy and Darla went about tossing the empty casings out of the turret. Doll had inspected the hull and turret to find a shiny new streak of raw steel that she'd have to repair later.

"Doll. New orders. Regroup on the command tank."
"Yes, mom."

Ash didn't respond to the slight, but figured that Velvet had made a Freudian slip. She pulled the M60 around as Ash instructed which way to go so as not to grease their treads with friendly infantry. As they neared to saddle up alongside the command tank, Ash got on the horn.

"Maddy, this is Hex. Belladonna's acting up. FCS failure on SABOT rounds seems to be a recurring issue. We're going to have to put in for an upgrade soon before the manual firing device stops working. Be advised that we will be relying on you more so for main gun support. Belladonna's pretty much taken her lion's share anyway. I don't think she's very hungry right now."