Christ, Chloe. How have you gone so bloody long in space without knowing there's pilots in mechanized combat. Charlie shoots her a sidelong glance over the edge of his beer, opens his mouth slightly and then takes a moment to mentally reword whatever's on the tip of his tongue. "There's people in them. It's basically UFC wrapped in metal."

And therefore: fairly excellent.

"Most of them are retired military pilots, though there's a few that just came up in the ring. Both of these've got combat experience though, and that rig--" he motions toward the red mech again, "--is straight up re-purposed from the battlefield for the arena. The pilot's probably flown in that thing his whole bloody career."