Alright so he was taking this well. In fact he was taking defeat far, far better than she would have ever thought. She had him pegged as a sore loser, which wasn't exactly a bad thing. Bart Hawk could sometimes be a damn whiner when he lost.
But she didn't look surprised for long, and really posing for pictures was just as much instinct to her as the controls in a cockpit. So when George held up the phone she gave a big smile.
She peered over his shoulder at the picture. It was good, well as good as she figured phone cameras were. "Well, thank ya." She said, as George exited the hanger not wanting to be around any potential gloating, sulking, and fighting.
She took a step to spin in front of him to face him, smile still on her face. "Now, whenever ya want that rematch, I'm game."