Re: Third class, away from the dining room -> Elevator
That didn't sound horribly devious to him, but coming from her, it fit. Spite wasn't part of who she was and that was a good thing. "It wasn't always about nobility," he stated honestly. "We're treated like rock stars. That had a lot of appeal when I was younger." Now it was more saving people's lives, making sure that there was a future for as many people as he could. It wasn't about the reward and if she'd told him that she was thinking of a reward for him, he'd tell her to keep it. His reward was when the world would be a safer place.
"I hope they don't show up either," the pilot agreed. If a Kaiju showed up here, him without his Jaeger, he wouldn't be much help of anyone. Threats that were a little more human? He could deal with those. Not a problem.
"Nothing more than the obvious." The obvious being the boat and the fact that there seemed to be more that he just couldn't recall. It slipped away from him, like an eel in water. He had a feeling that chasing it would only leave him with a headache, so he'd wait, until he knew and everything came back to him.
He followed her in, the inside just as eerie as the rest of the floor. One closed fist smacked at the wall above the circuit board to see if it would rattle things just enough to keep the light from flickering, but no, no dice. "Damn," he said under his breath, and turned his attention back to her. "Yeah?" The pilot wasn't sure about happy endings, had a feeling that his own story wouldn't end happily, but as long as he got to go out kicking ass and saving people, he was okay with that.
"What's your happy ending, Blue? What's the one you want?"