Time is running out if you want to learn how to fly a plane with me ... and a spaceship (Godsdamn, Tesseract). I'm not forcing you but rumor has it I'm good and if you want to be good, you'll sign up. If you don't want to be good, there are some other old viper jocks around here that can tell you all their sadsack tales of glory days. Really though, who gives a frak about that once you slide into the cockpit and go.
So think it over. I won't kill you ... too quickly. And maybe if you're good enough ... well. We won't go there yet. Let's see what you're made of first and foremost. Then we can talk about good enough. Because you might be good enough to fly but then again, you might be good enough to mop the hangar. We just have to see. And I'm not going to put anybody up in the air unnecessarily. So get ready to prove yourselves.
And surely Moya feels the same so don't go looking to her for comfort.
PS here is a real fact courtesy of my peach Snapple: George Washington took the oath of office in New York City in 1789.