"Lazy! Utterly lazy!" Matthew barks. If she still isn't thinking clearly, the only option he can think of is to emulate the brutal training instructors of his warrior caste upbringing!

They did wonders for his self-esteem! (No they didn't.)

"I have never seen such a paltry answer! I have seen better tactical analyses from my pet dog! With such a half-hearted response, such an unwillingness to think, even with all the clues in front of you, you will never succeed in battle! You may as well recycle that mech for scrap and resign yourself to a bed-bound existence, sucking juices from a tube! Now stand up and quit sulking! Conduct yourself like the warrior your Deva deserves!"

He growls over the comn, still firing off suppression fire at the distant enemy forces.

"If you had even tried to analyze the map, you would have noticed terrain in this area, marked out in bright colors, quiaff? And if you had compared each location, you would have noticed that they all were rich in cover! Now how would this cover help your mech during battles?"

[Uh...sorry if this is all too harsh. Matthew hasn't mastered pep talks.]