Lay’arra found herself awed as she cast her gaze about the filling hangar. Mechs the likes of which she’d only seen in media were docked in the same hangar as hers! They were incredible to behold this close, and the pilots were all so varied, too. She looked over her shoulder at the Violet Dragoon. Her familiar eyes could see every aging flaw. It irritated her, that her proud Dragoon should look so shabby, next to all these new mechs. At the same time, however, she had to be impressed. Getting out from Grael had been good, she just hoped she and the Dragoon could measure up.
She was looking at all the machines in the hangar, wandering slowly and aimlessly toward the other gathering pilots. Before she could get anywhere or talk to anyone, however, she heard the announcement of a commanding officer. On Grael, things weren't so formal, but she'd been participating in more of a militia than a proper military. She understood things were going to be a little different during this particular service. She was definitely late with the salute as she had to imitate those around her, and one beat slow on the “at ease.”
“Yeah, I'm in a real military now, huh..?” The Anhur took a slow breath as she breathed deeply, her tail flicking softly behind her. Mnn. She wanted to let her tail free, but she'd been scolded for her loose fur getting in the machines, before. It flicked back and forth, agitated by the confines of her suit.