Aurélie's expression turned grave, taking on the air of a venerable matron. "Ça suffit!" she hissed at Scott. "When you praise my work, you praise yourself for picking me. That is no praise at all, but boasting. Je suis déçu."
And almost as if summoned, the new pilot entered the briefing room, looking rather the worse for wear from his long flight in. Aurélie turned from Scott to face him, one hand smoothing back her ponytail - it would have flicked back an errant hair, but Aurélie did not permit errant hairs in her coiffure.
"Bonjour, Lieutenant Smith," she sniffed, using his name rather than his callsign. Her gaze flicked to the can of Monster in his hand. "If you require stimulants, ask the mess boys to make you some coffee, the way Captain Bouchard has it. They do not have the knack of it quite yet, but anything is better than that sewer water you have there."
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And almost as if summoned, the new pilot entered the briefing room, looking rather the worse for wear from his long flight in. Aurélie turned from Scott to face him, one hand smoothing back her ponytail - it would have flicked back an errant hair, but Aurélie did not permit errant hairs in her coiffure.
"Bonjour, Lieutenant Smith," she sniffed, using his name rather than his callsign. Her gaze flicked to the can of Monster in his hand. "If you require stimulants, ask the mess boys to make you some coffee, the way Captain Bouchard has it. They do not have the knack of it quite yet, but anything is better than that sewer water you have there."
@Rhona W@Hyperion338