"I mean seriously, anyone should know that the proper melee attachment for a mech is a sword. It's the dueling man's weapon. What does she think she is speccing her suit out like this? Some sort of ani-gulp"
Then he felt the all too powerful grip of a woman easily a foot taller than him clenching his shoulder from behind and heard a menacing voice in his ear whisper: "Some sort of ... animal? Why, yes. Yes I do. How nice of you to realize that."
He never spoke ill of her or her mech ever again from that moment onward.
