Anyone who hated being in school could tell you that the quickest way out of an assembly was to stand in the back row, closest to the doors. Last in, first out. Pretty basic principle. In fact, if you were really clever, you could stick some paper in the door and slip out silently partway through the assembly. Which, normally, Evangeline would've done. Buuuuut given that this was the first assembly at the Mecha Carta Institute, given by the Division Commander himself, she figured she should give it her full attention. Not that what he said mattered much to her, pretty standard Commander stuff. Stuff they all already knew, too. But best to get off on the right foot, right? Pretend she fit in with the rest here? All that good stuff?

Yeah. Yeah that was best.

No reason to stick around when Erikal was done, though, right? 

Which is exactly why she was back in her work clothes and back in the hangar less than five minutes after the Commander stopped talking. The [i]Titan[/i] still needed fine tuning, and her pilot was halfway into the repair hatch on its back tinkering with the inner servos by the time anyone else made it into the hangar. She'd come a long way since her scrapyard Frankenstein days, but inside, she was still pretty close to the original. Some refinement here and there, but she was still there. The machine she'd trusted her life to Day One. 

[i]Sentiment?[/i]

"Pretty much." Evan answered the 'question', glancing briefly at the amorphous fog outside the repair hatch. She still wasn't sure what it said was really words or she just heard them like it, but she knew what it meant. "'Sides, you got her working, remember?"

That sounded a lot like a shrug. So she shrugged herself, and turned back to the [i]Titan's[/i] power relays. Couldn't be careful enough with those. Be pretty shitty if a core overloaded day one because she didn't pay attention.