"I'm thankful for you jumping in to help," Olivia admitted. Nicole's sentiment was one Olivia was only too familiar with herself. "But don't pretend like going at each other in space is anything like a pub brawl. Especially when you're facing pilots skilled enough to fight and win in Manhattan's orbital grid."
The mercenary sighed. It still stung that Isla, Nicole, and her had been overwhelmed so easily despite their enormous advantage. Admittedly, neither her nor Prower had been in the best shape for combat flying, but that didn't stop her pride from taking a beating.
"Besides," Olivia continued with a sarcastic chuckle, "in our conditions, neither of us would stand much of a chance in a bar fight, either."
