"How about what you called me. Didn't you hear me the first time? Dirt isn't allowed to call me by my first name"

"Eh he means well" She shrugged, though she seemed pretty detached from the situation

"I don't exactly know what you mean by choke," Ashton said as he slid himself back into position, resting his forearms upon the top of the turret. "But I'm guessing you mean not to freeze up. To which I say- you're not wrong." He rolled his shoulders, mindlessly looking off into the distance as he thought. "But then again," he continued, "This is literally her first time in this car, so I can't blame her for slipping up. After all, I didn't order a perfect and flawless master- I asked for a person."

'Well if I could have gotten an expert specialist, what would I do if another crew member got sick? We would be without a vital part of our vehicle. That is why I much prefer people to a specialist, though the latter might be more skilled in a single area."

"But anyways... if you guys wouldn't mind too much, I'd like to try for another test of our fire rate- since I wouldn't want to be going into battle without knowing how well we can do with our reloading. Just start when you all feel comfortable, if you'd please."

That was... quite disappointing, to be perfectly honest. A reload rate of only three rounds in a minute, with such a small gun at that and a fairly good Reloader did not bode well. After all, their only advantages with armor so thin that some of the crazier and heavier machine guns could pierce it, was their speed and mobility. Considering that they couldn't even pump out a good amount of fire down was a major wrench thrown into his plans.

"Alright then.... good work ladies. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to give reloading a go this time around-- I haven't done so in this Greyhound yet, and I certainly am looking forward to it. Feel free to come up here for both for more space and fresh air, Lola." He said, patiently moving to the side of the turret if the aforementioned girl made to move out of the tank. If not, he would carefully lower himself down a bit, and prepare to load the shells.