It made perfect sense to know how your tools worked, but he sounded rather confident and sure of himself. But listening to someone shop-speak and about such a beautiful machine, it was pretty enjoyable. She grinned admiringly at him before turning to pay attention to the next new bird. It was insanely sleek and elegant, like sword handle or something. "There was this Russian all-women brigade called the Night Witches, their planes were paper-thin and breaking as it flew, rattled like hell and you could hear them miles away." She reached out and ran her hand over the F-16's hull. Cool and solid feeling, and the gee it could pull? "Look at what you all made while I was out."