"Cupcake," she answered, almost hesitantly. "But don't call me that unless you're in the cockpit, or I'll punch you in the face."
Once the words had left her mouth she began laughing, unguardedly and very much out loud. "And you don't have to lecture me about flyin'. I just came off four years of academy, I've heard everything imaginable. If I didn't like the bird, I wouldn't be here by now."
She shrugged, as if that simple, noncommittal gesture could dismiss her words as nothing. As if that would somehow make it seem less insubordinate.