Shona's GEAR had shut down in formation with the others, the cockpit hinging open to reveal its diminutive occupant. Shona slapped her harness release, pulled off her helmet and stretched, looking around. The mood in the unit was... weird. No-one was sure if they'd won or lost the exercise, and there was a lingering feeling of... indignation, she guessed, at the OPFOR's stunt with the satellite and missile support. Not the way she had envisioned the ride home from her first fight with the new unit.
Initially, the bat didn't climb down, frowning as she leaned forward and rubbed absently at her sweat-soaked hair. She was already playing the engagement back over in her head, trying to figure out what could have been done better - by her, specifically. She remembered missing more shots than she would have liked. With a sigh, she shook her head and . There wasn't much point in stressing over it while she was tired, dehydrated and still strung out on adrenaline. The colonel would want a debriefing, and she could hammer out a tactical breakdown from her machine's files.
Pulling a water bottle from a recess of her cockpit, she took a long draw before tucking it away and making her way down the side of her machine. There was a small group of pilots gathering around the commander's GEAR, and Shona headed that way too, stopping slightly off to one side so as not to interrupt. With a start, she realised that the fox woman was the OPFORs commander, her initial indignation turning to pleasant surprise as she praised the team's skills.
"She's a real beauty." She chimed in, smiling and nodding her chin towards the big six-legged machine. "I think I can count the number of ATAMs I've seen on one hand."