[h3][color=f6989d]Yasaliah Josk: Pilot[/color][/h3]

Josk closed her eyes and nodded, basically completely ignoring Luirae. [color=f6989d]"Magic is a good word for it. I'm a fucking...wizard."[/color] When Astrid called the Satasi a witch, she pointed at the human and increased her nodding speed. [color=f6989d]"Witch is much better."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"And, here's the thing about your super dumb dumb plan for dumb, stupid idiots, Astrid."[/color] Josk rambled.

[color=f6989d]"Two words: Shields. One word, actually. And also, I bet you would miss. Two words, actually; shields and guns. It would just shatter against the shields if your dumb chemical rocket didn't get shot out of the air by something. Or if it didn't miss. Cause you would miss, for sure. So there you go, Astird."[/color]

Josk licked her lips, noticing her mispronunciation of her shipmates name. [color=f6989d]"Astird? Asturd. Ass-turd. That's not funny. Did you get bullied in school, Astrid? You look like someone who got bullied."[/color] Somehow, maybe it was just the air in the room, this crude comment could easily be interpeted as a pick-up line.

 Luirae was right, as most of the younger members of her species, Yassaliah was having a hard time keeping her flirty crap restrained within the strands of her hair. Not that the pilot even noticed anything was wrong. She was only getting more drunk.