"And having a decent breakfast ready before I'm up on days-off," she added to banter back. He had one hand and she lifted the other to run her fingers over his face and through his hair, boosting her memory for the upcoming weeks. "Doesn't mean I have to like it. You can recommend them yourself, though I'm not sure about Jones. Her flying skills... leave something to be desired." She frowned, remembering the tank that got crumpled when she rebounded off it.