Sigma breathed deep, fidgetting with the controls. A lifetime of preparation, drills, and even facing her sometimes tormentor, sometimes mentor couldn't possibly prepare her for this. She breathed deep, feeling a spike of anxiety as the whole world seemed to press on her shoulders.

Questions had been made. Answers had been given. And none were too flattering. If they could choose, they would probably flee, rather than confront such an ommnidirectional weapon, which in top, was immune to bullets. And sigma's weapon was the [i]kinetic sort[/i]. She guessed she would be on the support role this time, even though she was probably among the best pilots of the frames.

"This is going to suck" She muttered under her breath, talking to herself. [i]This is the reason why I was created. So, I must do my best to perform this task.[/i] She said, trying to reign all her negative feelings. She wasn't mad about not being in the spotlight, but rather not being able to fully exert her combat abilities against such a cheap target.

There was some chatter in the intercom. Apparently, she wasn't the only one fidgetty. Serah expressed her emotions openly, which prompted the Black Star pilot to do the same. Sigma pondered, before smirking slightly, thinking how novice they must all be. She pressed the intercom.

"Eiswolf ready to go." She said, breathing a couple of times, and then adding her best but rather pathetical impression of a wolf's howl, weak and monotone. "Awooo."

It was then when her hand brushed past a foreign object in her cockpit. Her heart skipped a beat, before examining what it was. A small flask of alcohol, with the message [i]Liquid Courage[/i]. 

"Eiswolf to HQ. Apparently Pilot Iota has been smuggling alcohol inside everyone's frames." Sigma droned with a heavy sigh.

"WHAT?" Came a muffled yell from somewhere in the communications. "YOU TRAITOR! That's how you repair my moral support to you? Go die!"