It didn't seem comfortable, but he'd managed to strap himself into a collapsible passenger seat in the cargo hold of her Manta. He appeared to be fully geared up, his helmet visors being a distinct shade of green, and the suit itself being an exotic adaptive camouflage model.
— Lift off at your discretion. Oh, and if things don't go as plan and I die down there, just scrub the operation and retreat. My corpse isn't useful to anybody. If we just so happen to keep each other alive, I'll buy you coffee. Only fair given that our target disrupted a fresh brew.
His statement was both grim and quite friendly towards the end, the possibility of death didn't seem to concern him all that much. The level of calmness he could maintain might have been proved admirable.
— That briefing I mentioned earlier is on your ship's console. Run through it a few times and ask me about anything that might not seem clear to you.
He gave her the peace of silence thereafter, unless she had something else to say.
