Dragoon rested her spear on her shoulder as the last of the drones were taken out, giving Thrones a thumbs up. 

[b]"Good shit with the Arts."[/b] She said cheerfully as Vlad helped the Sankta up before Dragoon could get back to her. [b]"How long until you're combat-capable again?"[/b] She asked curiously even as the rest of the fireteam began to examine the VTOL. 

The Lung woman pursed her lips, doubting that anyone here was actually cleared to handle aircraft. Retra had been looking for mostly ground pounders for their mercs, if the rest of the team's skillset was any indication. It was likely that there were more than enough civilian flyboys for the company to skim over anyone cleared for military aircraft that could also handle themselves in a firefight on the ground. 

[b]"Look, if none of us can fly this thing, we gotta start moving. No sense sticking around to get pinned down here."[/b]