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Lailya watched as the boy headed off in the direction of the local junkyard. He was odd, but he seemed like a nice kid. But while he was fetching his weapon system, she would turn to Max. "Oh, you're the one they're calling deadeye, huh? Nice to finaly meet you. Hopefully, we'll be in the same squad, huh?" She offered him her hand, meaning to shake his. She had heard a few tales of the man's marksmanship, and was impressed fairly. "I'm sure you've heard of me. I'd say I'm almost the oldest Frame pilot here." She laughed lightly. "So! What kind of gear you got on your Frame, Max?"

She was waiting for his answer when Kirill brought his machine towards them. It was a little old, outdated maybe by 8-10 years. "Aaaahhh. I see! I didnt like these models personally, but they're a witch to fight on the battlefield. Almost can manuver circles around the newer Frames. What's her top speed? Better yet, what kinda gear you have on her?" She asked with interest.