[color=6ecff6][b]Ximena Huang[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Please, Ximena or Jefe. Lieutenant makes it sound like I just got out of the academy. But yes, you got it one."[/color]

She took the offered seat alongside Kitten, sipping at her coffee as she analyzed the big cat. She was-meek wasn't the right word, but soft-spoken, more than Ximena had expected. She had gone into the discussion assuming she would be talking with someone eager to throw her weight around, literally and figuratively, but the Brit moved through the conversation like she was a house cat as opposed to a lion. 

[color=6ecff6]"Indeed you did. My last outfit never threw pilots into a ground battle, but honestly I see the benefits. Saves on personnel costs if you can get us to do double duty."[/color]

She grinned toothily, her smile fox-sly and more crooked than any lawyer.

[color=6ecff6]"I wouldn't mind getting to do it again, but I don't think I'll get a chance anytime soon. We're here to stop the landing craft from reaching Matla's sunny shores, after all."[/color]

Combat pilots came in two types, in Ximena's experience: the blood and guts, give me a target so I can send it Hell sort, and the 'I'm here for the pension' play it safe sort. Jefe herself was very much the former but there was no shame in the latter. What did surprise her was Kat riding the line between the two. Maybe the crash had rattled her, or maybe she really was just more demure than her appearance suggested.

What fun it would be to find out! 

[color=6ecff6]"I'm sure we've got nothing to fear with you around. Any bandits get too close, you could reach an arm out and swat them from the sky."[/color]

[@Rhona W]