He was met with greetings and even a cheer or two. "Assuming you knuckle-draggers aren't too hungover to do your jobs tomorrow," Rosie added slyly, but grabbed a pair of glasses which were quickly filled with an astringent-smelling liquid.
She hooked her arm through John's and led him out into the open hangar where a mostly gutted Raptor and a trio of Vipers sat prone. "Y'know, I probably should have brought you here to begin with."