Cole's smile twisted into a smirk and his eyes twinkled, "That's right. Let that rookie gloss just shine. You've flown all the sims, run all the drills, pulled all the Gs. A thousand hours behind the stick with an instructor on your wing, so you've seen it all?"
He turned on his heel, his back to her and begin to walk a slow, measured step. "Well, Cupcake, you seem to be an arrogant braggart who's ego is a bit too big to fit into her own flight suit."
He held a single hand up, finger pointed upward, "Reminds me of me. "
He turned on his heel once more, this time to face her. "But enough talking shop." He leaned against a nearby Viper with a casual kind of comfort, "People are made up of more than just their jobs. So, how about you and I skip the scuttlebutt and you tell me the truth Rose - about why you're so evasive about your past and what would make you grow the brass pair necessary to fly this bird?"
He reached up, knocking on the Mark VII with a hollow metallic sound that echoed through the hanger.