"Oh, I meant no guns pointing at me. Never getting hit is better than armor of any thickness, yeah?" She smiled as she donned her flight suit and climbed in.
For all her complaining, Yoko was no slouch at the controls of the fighter. Her movements were sluggish at first, but she quickly adapted, pre-turning to pull the fighter through the twists and turns of the racecourse Cait set up. Back and forth they went, switching controls each time, time and again, run after run—until finally they were quite rudely interrupted by a ding from Cait's communicator. Yoko deflated as Cait discussed, but turned the fighter back towards the hanger.
Once the vessel was parked, the two women took the time to clean up before returning to negotiations. Yoko was the second of the pair to reenter the room—fresh, ready to go, and already warming the projector back up. She sat once more at the couch, and a moment later the holographic form of her uncle reappeared beside her, manifesting ghostlike.
