TIFFANY and Fangwall both reach the Canadian base at the same time. TIFFANY carried the Silver Bullet on it's back as Angder piloted it through the chute leading to the hangar. As soon as they enter the hangar TIFFANY puts down Ray's mech and medics arrive to come and help him out of it. Fangwall wasn't far behind them and entered the hangar moments after Ray was helped out of his mech.
Xander got out off his mech as soon as he had set Ray's down and gently patted it's leg after he'd stepped out of it. "Least we didn't mess up too bad TIFF." He was wearing a plain white shirt and jeans, having done what he was told for once and dressing lightly when he was in the mech, they can get a little hot and heat stroke isn't fun. His winter supplies were stored inside TIFFANY's cockpit which happened to have a very convenient space for such things. He frowned at a technician who gave him a weird look as he refereed to his mech which a person's name. He looked around at all the mechs in the hangar and saw some designs which made TIFFANY look like advanced hardware. They weren't bad, not by a long shot. They were just a little worse than the quality we were used to. Their armour was slightly worse, their mechs weren't as diverse as ours, that's for sure. Xander wouldn't trust one of these technicians with TIFFANY though, not a chance.
A technician approached Xander's mech as if intending to do something with it. "What exactly are you doing?" The technician seemed startled by the sudden questioning."I was just going to try and mend that dent..." Xander scowled and shooed him away. "No you don't not with the things you guys have experience working on, you don't touch TIFFANY with a ten foot pole. Get outta here." The technician thought Xander was a madman and took off as fast as he could. "Well, that's him told."