It was weird how he just stood there and read. Did he even move apart from the necessary ones? The answer also didn't feel like praise or like a colleagues thankfulness. More like he told a child that they managed their homework. But if anything she WAS good as a fighter pilot. Or she'd be dead already.
— I am. Sure. But what does that matter if you want to... infiltrate?
That also sounded like she wouldn't be able to use her ship. She always felt awkward flying the newer Outcast vessels. They were made for- different people.
