Dyssia pauses, and gingerly tears out a bit more of the insulation in her Plover.

The noise has to be right, d'you understand? It won't be the [i]Electric Tiger II[/i] if the noise isn't that same spine-rattling purr as before.

It's dumb that she gets one. 

Gets to spend time painting it so the stars gleam against its orange. Make it hers. Actively change its configuration to fit how she flies, how she listens, how she's shaped.

She gets a plover, after losing the last one. After losing the one the crews already customized for her.

It's why she's pulled this into a side hanger, banished the plover crews. It has to be her doing it, her fixing her own mistake. 

It has to be her. She has to show that she's learned, even if nobody but her will notice.