The shivering pilot looked to his soon-to-be lancemates. "So..." he started, smiling with chattering teeth. "Is anyone else aching to get inside a mech? I find large lasers to make for very good heaters."
Across from him sat a mountain of a man. He offers a warm smile and reaches over, patting the pilot on the shoulder "Don't worry boy. The time for that will come soon enough." He leans back and takes a drink from his thermos, glancing around at the rest "Though, I do eagerly await the comfort of the cockpit"