[ It earns a narrowed expression, the shield not protecting him from the way she zeroes in on him like a target. Hana wonders the same -- is he making a joke? She can't tell with that tone. Either way, she's not slow in her comeback. ]

It was central heating or painting mine pink.

[ It's obvious what she chose. The most obnoxious, glaringly pink robot in the world.

For the record, she's joking too. There was no need for it in the heat of battle, for the adrenaline rush put enough feeling in her body no matter how numb her fingers got in bad weather. On patrol, not so much. Not only that, it was downright boring to check perimeter for the umpteenth time.

Necessary, she knows, but boring.

Hana takes her hands off the controls to blow hot air onto her hands, stalling the mech's movements. ]

Aren't you cold, too? ... Does that jacket have advanced heating tech or something?