"Be glad you're not in one of the VFs," he quirked a blond eyebrow. "Having to aim, shoot and fly at that speed all the time? It's madness." The expression on his face and tone of his voice were as friendly as ever - what was a little good-natured ribbing between pilots?
He leaned against one of the bulkheads - one of the few pieces in the room that wasn't a console. "Glad to hear it. It'd be a shame if the person at the helm couldn't make this big girl sing like she's supposed to."
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He leaned against one of the bulkheads - one of the few pieces in the room that wasn't a console. "Glad to hear it. It'd be a shame if the person at the helm couldn't make this big girl sing like she's supposed to."