“So, civilian, what brings you around? I mean, you really don’t have the clearance to be here but considering there’s no kaiju running around right now, I’m sure no one’s really going to get that bent out of shape about it.”
“Excuse you? I’m a medic. I belong here just as much as you. Unless you’re not the arrogant pilot I’m taking you to be?” The redhead pulled a badge from her back pocket and flashed it at him.
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.”