Dragoon let out an awkward chuckle at Vlad's questioning, internally alarmed. Shit. She really should have thought this out better. Hopefully, as long as she played it off, he wouldn't dig deeper. This really wasn't a conversation she wanted to have in a first meeting. 

[b]"Yeah, well, it was a bitch and a half. Had to train up my replacement in the squad first."[/b] There. Nothing he could actually confirm for himself. Now hopefully he wouldn't think too hard about it.

Though the amount of rookies in the prospective squad was intriguing. She wouldn't have thought they'd actually accept this many people with relatively little experience. Retra's recruitment selection must have been less stringent than she thought. 

The subsequent turbulence was an absolute bitch, even for a veteran operator, but the view of the airship afterwards was spectacular enough to almost make up for it. Almost. Still, she hoped it was as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside. When the order to undock came, Dragoon did so gladly, taking only a backpack and her spear from the cargo compartment. After being military for literally all of her adult life so far, it came as little surprise she didn't have many personal effects. Whatever she actually needed, she could probably order online after her first paycheck came in. 

The mention of food as they exited the plane was more than appealing, though. She'd only packed a couple Lungmen Guard-issue MREs in her pack for emergencies. And god damn, did she mean emergencies. Those things were indescribably bad and an insult to Lungmen cuisine in general. 

[b]"Same for me,"[/b] Dragoon piped up after Thrones had spoken. [b]"And coffee'd be great."[/b]