When Larcen suddenly yelled out, Ken was shocked a moment, but cooled down as the boss interrupted.

Ken gave an exaggerated bow when his work in Brooklyn was mentioned, and he smiled from ear-to-ear when the Jersey Devils were mentioned. They had never been more than a nuisance to him, but he had noticed that their raids were getting more and more numerous and sizable, seemed like they wanted the city badly, too bad that the class of... whatever year it was, had reunited, ready to kick some ass.

He pumped his fist and made a satisfied grunt when he was designated as the lead plane of the flight, he may not have been the most experienced, but he was one of the few pilots in New York with actual flight-school experience, not that that said much, considering the mess that the city was. Of course, flight school did not equal officer school, and English wasn't even his first language, so perhaps leadership wasn't his strongest point... oh well, power was power.

As Alex flew into a rant about her past, Ken mouthed along with a goofy expression on his face. He had gotten the same lecture before, it was like listening to a fourteen year old describe a story they wrote. Sure, her life was bad, but that didn't mean she had to be so up-front about being in it for the freedom.

[color=f7976a]"You see, Alex? This is why I don't want you watching my back, I like my plane just fine how it is right now, not a flaming husk buried in what used to be a hospital. God, I just like it when my wing-mates actually give a damn, you know?"[/color] Ken was never a big fan of the Canadian, recruiting a criminal who had come from those wáng bā northerners and then putting her in the most elite wing in the city? Might as well give a rat a plane and teach it to fly.

He sniffed and muttered "gōng gòng qì chē" under his breath. He had already told her it meant bus, though she had no idea why he kept calling her that.

It was because everybody gets a ride on the bus.

Never-mind that, he decided, calming down. He turned to Larsen and began describing his plane in heavily technical terms, hoping that his old friend hadn't forgotten his essentials.