He put his hands up in mock defeat. “Well well well, pardon me miss. This is why people wear their badges and not stick them in their pockets. Besides, medics look like your average ordinary folk. I haven’t really gotten myself acquainted with everyone quite just yet. I am a pilot, yes. Got here a week ago because America is slow to get with the program of transferring our jaeger here to Hong Kong. This place has so many people already, so keeping up with names and faces is a task in of itself.”
“Alright, alright, you have a point.” Ostentatiously, she clipped the badge to her necklace. “There. Better?” She held out a hand. “Summer Rainault. I’ll be in charge of helping you madmen get your minds back inside your skulls after drift. And incidentally helping patch you up sometimes.”
“Much.” He takes the hand offered to him and gives it a firm handshake before retracting his hand. “Tony Stark. I can usually batten down the hatches and not chase the rabbit when in the Drift. I’ve been doing this gig for long enough that I know how to keep my mind in my skull. As for the occasional rough housing, I’ll be sure to swing by your office.”
“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?”