you groggily step out of your mech suit, wobbling as you're back on solid ground. It always takes you a second to adjust. You walk out of the mech bay and into the space station's labyrinthine halls. The first person you see is your handler, Starkov, as you usually do. She just barely smiled as you walk up to her "Theres my little pilot. Good job out there!" Rusty gives you a firm slap between the shoulder blades. You grin, her praise always felt so good.