“You’re one of the lucky ones, Mr Stark. I’ve talked with a lot of rangers that just have trouble dealing with the things they didn’t know about their co, rabbit or no rabbit.” Summer offered him a sideways smile. “Should I expect you to be the sort who gets into fights?”
“Oh, that sort of thing. Well, it’s all about control and communication with your co. It’s important that both rangers get to know one another at least a little bit before stepping into that jaeger. It’s easier for siblings, relatives, and the like. However, complete strangers is another story.” Tony shrugs his shoulders and offers a wry smile. “No, Ms. Rainault. I don’t pick fights, unless it’s with a kaiju. But I’ll sure as hell finish them.”
She can’t help laughing a little. “You’re so obviously a pilot it hurts. Please, call me Summer. If we’re all going to be crammed in here cheek by jowl it’s stupid to be formal — especially if I end up rummaging inside your head any.” She sobers for a moment. “You will come to me if you have problems, I trust. No heroic male self-sufficiency bullshit.”