Too slow. She'd been too slow to react to the incoming missile, but not by much. While Miku had managed to avoid it, it detonated inside her exhaust cone, sending shrapnel scything into her engine. Things were bad, but they could be a hell of a lot worse, she mused to herself, even though fear had already sucked the colour from her face as she wrestled with the controls to try and stabilise her bucking jet.

"C-copy that... I think you might be a bit too late though. I think I've taken some shrapnel or something; my plane's a bit sluggish on the pitch and I'm down on thrust."