Well, you, uhm, know what the article said. I am some kind of hero!
He chuckled nervously, hoping the awkward little joke was not inappropriate.
I mean, I know a few things about you! You are from here, you, uhm, are kind of rich, and, uhm, you know how to pilot a snub enough for space combat, and... actually, if anything, you are a lot more of a hero than me. You faced death probably countless times already, while I am running away from just one insane woman.
The boy lowered his gaze, looking at his nimble hands resting in his lap.
Your father would probably be quite proud of you. You have quite the self-esteem for a person of your age. And you are quite pretty, too. You do not give me that exhausted drunkard vibe that most people in space give off, especially around the freeports. So, for a woman with her own house, a badass fighter, a ton of money and no obligations, you seem to have yourself quite under control.
