"Mmm? Well, I'm enjoying it 'cause it's really good, Whitestone-san!"

It was a little difficult to pronounce the girl's surname, still, but she did her best. After all, Hoshiko wanted to be friends with the other pilots. So even if she got her name wrong, that was fine. They all had to work together, right? So why not be friends?

Besides, the British girl was just so cute! She was so small and dainty, like a little doll, so it was hard to be too frustrated when she messed up her name like that. She didn't know her [i]that[/i] well yet, but she did know she had some issues with her memory.

It was likely rather shocking that the aggressive warpath she had waged on her meal had already depleted it so much when she had only sat down a few moments ago.

Berg-san was big, but he was nice. She though he'd be really easy to get along with. To be honest, she hoped everyone would be like that. Even if they weren't, she still wanted to be their friend anyway.

"Eh? Where it goes? Umm..."

The brunette considered the question for a few moments. Wasn't it obvious? It wasn't as if there was anywhere else it could go. There was only one possible destination for any good that entered her mouth.

"My stomach, of course! It's not like it has anywhere else to go," she replied, brightly, before depositing another piece of karaage into her mouth.

So it was impossible for her to directly greet the other pilot as she approached, given her mouth was currently full. All she could do was thrust her right hand into the air and wave cheerfully back at her.

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