Idiot. Of couse the selection process was a thing of the past now. As hard as times still were, they weren't as desperate as they'd once been, and there was no need to leave people behind anymore. Alice pulled in a breath, looked down at her goggles, then put them back on so that they dangled by their strap around her neck.
"My apologies, Lieutenant Kypros," she said stiffly. "I don't mean to sound as if I'm questioning orders from above. I know the...process....was necessary." She had to force the words past the remembered pain of her loss, and her hands plucked restlessly at her leather tool belt, finally hooking over the top of it to make themselves still.
"If I do decide to take up pilot training, who would I report to?" Another subject change, to save her from talking about it anymore. "I wouldn't know the first thing about it."