Handing the tablet back to her and taking a moment to somewhat relax himself, he considered how best to explain the plan to her. In all respects, he seemed quite rigid.
— He knows what we both look like. And it's not as if I can waltz through the front door with a tank. You could however have your ship outfitted with a cloak, drop me into the compound and then I'll clear out the air defences so you can actively support me, having achieved air superiority beforehand of course.
He seemed quite confident that she could handle herself in the air, at least moreso than on the ground. Perhaps that was a compliment, but it would be pressure regardless.
