"Yes ma'am," Chase replied as he flew them into the fray. He'd been piloting for several years now. At first he'd been more concerned with things like staying in the air, finding the most direct route to a destination, etc. Over time, especially the last six months, he'd learned how to avoid fire from enemy combatants, as well as positioning any vessel that he flew in such a way to cause the most impact. He liked to think of it like ballet. There was a grace to it.
"Hey, you wanna get a beer when we're done here?" He also knew the importance of trying to keep a cool head when faced with danger. Also, he liked the idea of planning ahead, as if their survival was a foregone conclusion.