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

Eccentric personality, eh? At least she owned it. Certain characters in the team struck Fuka as being 'eccentric' (read: weird, potentially obnoxious) without the wherewithal to acknowledge it. Take the Ximena example, the intelligence analyst-turned-fighter jock who defected from the Chinese and took with her a pair of artificial eyes, a top-of-the-line American air superiority jet, and a machine gun she was strangely competent with. She floated in on a cloud of casual flippantness and likely earned ego, tell-tale signs of a story hidden behind all those redacted portions of her file.  

Whatever it was, Fuka didn't want to find out about it. Ximena was like a teenager's idea of a fighter pilot: cocky attitude and aviator sunglasses, standing out from the crowd like there was a camera filming closeups. It was unprofessional, and Fuka hated nothing more than being unprofessional. 

So Amelia was at least ahead of her. 

[color=00a651]"Sounds like you did a lot of hurry up and wait."[/color] she shrugged. [color=00a651]"I was in the Navy for eight years, so only a couple more than you but they had me shooting from the get-go. First Latin America, then Japan and the South China Sea."[/color] 

Serious business for a serious pilot. 

[color=00a651]"This is my first time in a merc outfit. Speaking of, how'd you end up playing gun for hire?"[/color] 

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

Ximena laughed easily at Kat's joke. Pretty women were funnier; it was a scientific fact. 

[color=6ecff6]"Flying through enemy airspace in a Hog must be nerve-wracking. You have that titanium tub for a cockpit, sure, but still, it's not like the friendly folks on the ground are going to have trouble spotting you. But I guess getting to shoot the big gun makes up for the risk, eh?"[/color]

Jefe had to lean in to hear the much larger woman's much quieter voice, the size difference between them made more obvious at that angle. She couldn't even see Kat's swiping hand on the other side of her body! No doubt flying was a leg-numbing affair for her, a problem Ximena would be more than happy to help with after their next flight.

Her idle daydreaming of one-eyed warrior women and tender messages was quickly and cruelly shattered by the experience of Valkyrie, Ximena managing to keep her expression polite even as she silently cursed the Swede.
 
[color=6ecff6]"Doesn't bother me."[/color] she lied, eyes flitting over the hand on Kat's shoulder before flicking away. [color=6ecff6]"It's not like I own the table!"[/color] 

Perhaps if she concentrated hard enough, she could give Freyja a migraine.

[color=6ecff6]"The trick is to find either a very new doctor or a very experienced one and slip them a few bucks. The young ones need to pay for college and the old ones need to pay for retirement. Either way, they'll trade pills for profit!"[/color]

She was joking, of course-mostly. She had used that very strategy back in Mexico to secure a favor, but that was ancient history.