"More practice and more working together will help - considering we hadn't even flown a single sortie before the bomber attacks, I think we did well to get as far as we did," Ariella replied to Matt. "We'll have a chance to develop our tactics as we go".
She ate a little more as Miyoshi and Zola spoke up more, carrying the conversation along, listening as her new squad mates spoke. Zola's story was fascinating, and she listened intently as she spoke, having never had much real contact with a mercenary, and especially not one so well-spoken and seemingly professional. 
"I hate to bring up stereotypes," she said, listening to Zola, "but you're not what I expected from a Merc. Much more... professional than I imagined. And that's definitely meant as a compliment. And I have to say that both you and Everett have certainly shown your stuff." She nodded further to her reply to Miyoshi's question about the enemy aircraft. "Yes, Flankers and Fulcrums, this time around. Though they seemed to be earlier models, luckily for us. I suppose the UNWO weren't expecting as much trouble, or they were occupied elsewhere with other missions. I'm sure we'll run into them soon enough, though".
Finishing off the rest of her meal, she pushed the plate to the center of the table, and looked around the others, regarding them as she sipped her tea.
"So," she said after a few moments. "I think it's about time we found our what our next destination is, and what our next mission is due to be. I'm going to head up to the bridge and check up with the captain. The rest of you check on the aircraft, and then meet me back in the barracks in-" she checked her watch. "Forty minutes. Then I'll bring you up to speed on what's going down". She gave a nod to the others. "Let's get going, people".