Olivia glanced across the table at Nicole, raising a curious eyebrow.
"Did she say that?" She couldn't help but chuckle. She was grateful that Prower had clearly not mentioned her recent circumstances to her sister - circumstances that had taken a serious toll on her abilities as a pilot. "Well, I grew up on a freeport out in the Taus. Hung around a lot of skilled pilots as a kid, listened in on their stories. Soon as I was old enough, I got a permit myself and headed out into the void, working escorts and that sorta stuff. You gotta fly quick out there," she gave the younger sister a mischievous smirk," otherwise you end up pasted across the side of an asteroid. And with all the pirates and Maltese raiders roaming the region, you need to learn how to fight quick, too."
She leaned back and reminisced in silence for a moment before going on.
"I was a fast learner. Had to be. Then, a few years flying for the Bretonians during the war taught me everything else I had to know."
