"Well, uh, I have some industrial-grade stuff that I use pretty often, really amazing, works like a charm. Might be able to take the stains right ou-" Kessler stops himself mid-sentence, suddenly mindful of his absent-minded babbling, "Oh, right, sorry."
Kessler squints his eyes and glances between both ships, sizing each one up anxiously. He'd seen both types destroy everything from traders to fighter wings, but then again, he'd also seen a fair number of them surrounded and crushed pretty handily by Liberty forces. It's all just a matter of numbers and timing, probably a lot of luck.
"Well, erm, I guess smaller and faster is probably the safer bet. Can I at least get my pills back for the flight? Tight spaces and all. Might also need to make some, uh 'rest stops', but the meds might help cut down on those too."
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