Miyoshi followed the Colonel to the mess hall, and was pleasantly surprised with the food options on hand. She had certainly seen - and eaten - far worse. Picking up two cinnamon rolls and a glass of orange juice to start with, she sat down at the table third. Miyoshi smiled at the comments from Ariella and Matt. She spoke up after they finished. 

"The flying that I was able to see was first rate," she commented. "I didn't see much because I was chasing after the missiles, but what little glimpses I saw of the rest of you guys were really quite impressive," she said, checking herself. She had a habit of complimenting profusely when it was deserved, and she felt that this was one of those times. Before she went on too long on how satisfied she had been with her new squadron's first sortie, she changed the focus to them. She would have to be more careful next time...unless they didn't mind the endless compliments? She'd have to find out.

"How was it for you guys? What kind of opposition did they send?" she asked, curious. She had scarcely seen another aircraft during her missile hunt, let alone an enemy fighter. For all she knew, the fighters could have been biplanes or PAK-FAs...though Overwatch had said to expect Su-27s or similar beforehand. Either way, she wondered how the modified antiques fared against whatever newer crop there could have been. Obviously they prevailed, but in what capacity? Her thoughts continued to whirlwind out of control until she came to her senses. [i]I could just look up the mission log on the tablet...[/i] she thought to herself, calming her stream of consciousness.