Quinn visibly cringed backwards at the first few words of Camille's response, expecting to be met with a reprimand the likes of which had been levied at Sybil. She hadn't really even been fully conscious she was being dishonest. 

And so she was rather surprised when she didn't receive a dressing down. More just...a gentle warning. Was this the terrifying trainer that Cyril had been so frightened of? Yes, she seemed [i]very[/i] critical about the Derisas. But something about her put Quinn at [i]ease[/i] more than anything else, enough that, after another spate of silence while she wrestled with her thoughts, she was able to get herself together and reply, [i]sincerely.[/i]

[color=ffe63d]"I think passion is [i]important,[/i]"[/color] she began carefully, "[color=ffe63d]and I don't think someone can be a good pilot without it. But on its own...Mmm. You need passion, but you also need...[/color]" Another hesitation, but less trying to avoid speaking. Simply trying to find the right word.

"[color=ffe63d]...Determination. You need determination. You have to train hard for a long time. Being a pilot takes [i]work.[/i] And...[/color]"

She took a long, deep breath as she imagined herself looking in the mirror back in her room on the Aerie. Camille was still looking at her in that same way. Not unkind, but not particularly kind either. Level. Appraising. Quinn met her eye to eye.

"[color=ffe63d]...sometimes you just get lucky. I didn't work for my phasing speed or weapon. They just...happened.[/color]"

Another deep breath, then a third, before she finally summed up what she was trying to say: "[color=ffe63d]No. Just passion isn't enough.[/color]"