Andreas casually glances over towards Udo and chuckles.
"They never saw that coming .. swift, efficient. But I think some navigational systems are malfunctioning."
He raises his glass, takes a sip, then turns to Udo. Leaning his side against the bar, he turns it around a bit and watches the beer waves in his glass getting weaker.
"Do you have any contacts in the hangars? My fighter might need an overhaul, and I don't want to change the fighter in the next time. And I foresee it, the maintenance will be delayed for weeks in which I have to fly something else."
He shakes his head in order to get the thought out of his head.
"If I would be up for all of this psychological stuff, I'd say that this ship has become an extension of my body .. but I'm not crazy."
