Shirley worked quickly to get the misaligned joint of the unit back into place, but a change of weapon wouldn't be so bad, just in case the trigger had already been affected as she yelled various orders to the engineers. It didn't hurt to be at least above a few people in the overall hierarchy especially since she knew she couldn't do everything without help, or rather people to boss around, but she was glad to have others above her, especially Diego.
The woman hopped down from the hand with her tools, staring up at it a moment, of course there were many other little things she wanted to nitpick about, but it was mostly superficial, like dirt or scrapes. She knew she would have to settle for a less-than-pristine look and reluctantly began to dash between the units while they had time, doing quick inspections of everything, checking payloads, making sure they were all re-equipped or had full magazines.

Ambrosia stared over at Yamato as she mentioned Delta formation. In the data her mind had gathered so far, Delta formation a unit she didn't recognize in place next to Yamato, however she quickly realized that this was the fallen soldier who she had taken the place of and so erased it from the position, filling herself into it and running through the formation attack patterns in her head. Her eyes turned up to her unit. While it wasn't exactly a stealth model, the cooling units being attached would make her the next best thing, but she couldn't rely on the cooling units forever.

She stared over at Claire's unit a moment then looked at Yamato's raising her hand and pressing it curiously to her chin, mouth opening just partially. To her surprise, Shirley practically appeared out of nowhere behind her with half a sandwich in hand, swooping around and putting it up to her nose,
"Hey! You! Eat!" She demanded in a simple manner. Ambrosia took the half a sandwich and stared at it a moment, the contents were simple, tuna, cucumber and some sort of cream-colored substance, nothing harmful, but she still seemed rather baffled as Shirley practically scuttled off as quickly as she had down up. Not to want to argue, she complied and ate the triangular piece of food as she clambered back into her unit, vaguely contemplating whatever had just occurred along with her other thoughts.

She once again produced the small computer block and got it all hooked up, however she brought up the unit's remote console and stared at Yamato and Claire's units again, she wondered if information from his reconnaissance units could be fed directly to Claire at a distance, and at what frequency.. If they updated in real time then it could practically have acted like long-distance sonar for the sniper, giving her near-perfect vision even at night.
The blonde watched as the other pilots got back to their units, one by one falling into formation and getting ready, she wanted to propose her idea to Yamato but kept silent, his warning of insubordination made her wonder what classified as such to him, she knew the technical explanation but there were variables she didn't understand. It seemed as confusing a game as simply talking with people.