"Oooh, could we?" Instantly her hand was on the engine, finger tracing the lines of the pipework, grease and grime not even a consideration. "That sounds fantastic. And... well, I guess as long as we're still waiting for the Board it's fine."
She leaned in to look more closely at the fuel injector, feeling around the o-ring before testing the pressure valve. "You weren't joking about these engines, though, wow. This thing's gotta have a lot of mass for the PWR to be worth putting this much of it into supercharging alone. Does it even count as a heavy fighter with all this?" She turned to Cait, head tilted slightly. "I mean, I can see the appeal of all the armor—I mean, I don't want to die either—but Corsairs really do do things the most direct way possible, don't they?" She shook her head, an amused little smile crossing her face, before continuing. "I'd rather just have no guns on me at all, personally, but to each their own."
She turned back to the engine, running her finger over the half-disassembled paneling. "Yeah, though, I'd like that. Let's get started."
