Ken fought the urge to go 'Yes, ma'am' in purest military fashion. He hadn't been on the receiving end of a talking-to that extensive since Manx and Birman back at Pang Nuan. Even then, they had also just given him his meds and sent him on his way--they were too busy tending to guys with limbs blasted off to worry about one pilot's mental state, as long as he had something to make him fit to fly.
He'd had Ran for that back then, anyway.
"...next thing I know, you're going to take a page from Mare's book and try to browbeat me into calling my mother."
Ken sighed and smiled slightly. "...sorry. Not quite used to that."