Her tone was only mock indignant. She might have kind of, sort of, maybe bent a skid on her last landing. But she felt REALLY bad about it. Honest. The instruments were off!
"Your wife is one of those cadets and soon, she'll be one of those hotshot pilots." A beaming smile took over and she looked up at him with the innocent look she'd perfected with her grandfather. Until she realized she'd said 'wife' and was firmly brought back to reality. The smile slipped and the 'innocent' look was replaced with something vaguely resembling 'guilt'.