[T-1 Morning] Desayuno

[Felicity]

She waggled a finger. "Barely any of the teams there are winning teams. Most just provide opponents." She took a quick glug of water. "You strike me more as wanting to be on the winning team."

[Theodore Beker]

"Oh, do I?" he grinned, "I do prefer it but you still lose a bit getting there in my experience. You saying you aren't?"

[Felicity]

"Aren't the same or aren't on the winning team?" She queries with a slight upwards curl of her lips.

[Theodore Beker]

"Aren't the same," he grinned, "But... there are simulator matches for mechwarriors today, right? You up for a friendly wager on how you'll do?"

[Felicity]

Felicity shook her head. "I don't gamble Theodore. Sorry."

[Theodore Beker]

"Ah, like that, huh? Well I suppose I'd be worried with the Wyvern in the other unit too," he sipped his coffee.

[Felicity]

She was a bit taken back after catching his meaning. She looked at him a bit incredulously. Then she gently nudged her tray to the end of the table, ready to pick it up once she slipped out of the booth. "I'm happy there is one. Too many lights makes me nervous, not whether a simulation goes well or not."

[Theodore Beker]

"I'll agree with that," he said giving her a little nod. "Heading out?"

[Felicity]

"Was gonna." Felicity answered honestly, but she wasn't moving just yet. "Hey, if you find something wrong or weird about my mech at any point, tell me yea? Better to know than not."

[Theodore Beker]

"Obviously," he said looking mildly insulted, "That is my job after all."