Yoko's eyes widened as she entered the deep hanger. The shift in her demeanor was subtle, but visible to a sharp eye: The facade of youthfulness melted away into genuine excitement. Her eyes darted from ship to ship as Cait described them. First, she nodded appreciatively at the Arrow. "Oh, those things are quick, but way too big for me. I flew one back in my mercenary days, and no amount of speed could make it a smaller target. Great racing ship, though, I can see why it won."
Her attention was then drawn to the Chameleon, and she grimaced. "Ugh. Gaian work. I've never liked it. They cheap out on important things and call it 'sustainability.' I'm amazed you can stand to work on it... and that you can keep it working, honestly. I hope you at least got better stuff for it than they put in stock, yeah? Did you get stuff custom-machined for it or something?" She tilted her head at Cait, but she was not done yet.
Next she turned to the Taurus, nodding in approval but not commenting—apparently weaponry was outside her special interest. The Liberator, though, got more of a reaction. "Oh! I got to look at a bunch of Patriots under repair recently, though they didn't let me work on them. Though..." She slowed and turned to Cait. "If it's that important, I guess it's more a show piece than a toy, yeah?" She gave a sheepish little grin, then finally wandered over to the Gladiator.
"You know, I've never really thought too much about Corsair ships. They seem slow, but I've never got to try one or look at it." She leaned in, examining the disassembled engine more closely, eyes tracing fuel lines and scouring the surfaces, trying to determine alloys by sight without touching the Chairwoman's project. "What's it like? Fast? Slow? Any fun? I hope it at least has a decent core."
