[b][color=00a651]Fuka Nakano[/color][/b]

The new girl, Amelia, was staring at her. Fuka responded in kind, a faint smirk playing across her face as she put her arms behind her back and stood up straight. [color=00a651]"I'd be lying if I said you were the first person to eye me up."[/color] she snickered.[color=00a651]"I guess it's lucky that we'll be working together, gives you all the time you need to dissect me."[/color]

She nodded to confirm her callsign, extending her hand to shake-only to watch bemusedly as Sparrow seemed to suddenly realize she had a prosthetic. Fuka raised an eyebrow as Amelia gushed over her 'metal arm', the reaction more in line with what she expected from kids than adults. 

[color=00a651]"I'm glad one of us likes it."[/color] she noted dryly. [color=00a651]"For me it's a real pain in the ass, but I guess it beats having only one hand.[/color] 

And then, as suddenly as it bubbled up, the excitement disappeared, self-consciousness rearing its ugly head and driving Sparrow to the ground. Fuka, unsure of what else to do, patted her on the shoulder. 

[color=00a651]"You're fine. I just didn't expect all that enthusiasm this early in the morning. Anyway, you're on the younger side for a combat pilot; how many years have you been flying?"[/color]

It seemed sensible to change the subject.