"That's a first name. Tra Mitchel. Good to meet you Sophie Cato or do they call you Cat?" Tra said as he worked the first corroded panel off the Viper.
Looking at the corrosion on the panel it seemed likely the pilot had been skimming the surface of one of the seas without reporting it to his crew chief. It was a common thing among Viper jocks. There wasn't any combat to test yourself, so you made up stupid challenges and threw them around the locker room, bragging that no one else would even try to do it. While he did it more often than most pilots, he was almost fanatical about keeping his crew chief in the loop. If this Viper had launched into combat the pilot would have been frakked. She made a good catch. He would have to remember her.
"I've been on the Avalon about a year. I transferred off the Galatica when the decommissioned her. How about you? When did you got on board?" He asked as he started working on removing another panel