"Hm, what? Oh yeah, that." Roger was sitting on a crate that wasn't being used, smoking a cigarette as everyone else hurried around doing their job. At first it didn't seem to understand what Krista was getting at when she went up and thanked him. "You don't need to thank me for that, anybody could have done it, and none of us would have just left Elise for dead." He took a drag of the cigarette as Krista remained awkwardly silent, watching the rest of the hangar.

"I was waiting for everyone to get out of their frames, but the rest of the Squad seems stuck or busy with other sh- stuff." The older pilot snuffed out his cigarette on the box and stood up. Rooney stuffed his balled-up fists deep into his pockets at looked down at Krista (kind of hard not to when you were almost an entire foot taller than the person you're talking to). "If you want to get out of here, I'm not doing anything at the moment. Feels like if I stick around here too much longer I'll end up breaking something."

"Don't know how they do it on your planet, but aren't you too young to be drinking?" He tacked on to the end after a background thought finally finished processing in his head. Even on his backwater home world, you had to be at least 15 before you were allowed to imbibe alcohol. Well, at least officially. So hearing a girl four years his junior casually talking about getting a drink sounded wrong.