@lt-ross : Learn to Fly
"Hello lieutenant!” Maria Ross saluted, finally getting that long-awaited glimpse into her future endeavors. Having her meetings orchestrated and rescheduled too many times to count, it was a relief to finally have met the young woman mechanic - a pioneer in her own right. “I’ve heard a lot about your research,” she said, arm dropping. “The colonel sounds really invested.”
Marley Hawthorne flashed her future pilot-- well, she hoped-- a bright grin and popped a hasty salute. Since she had settled in at East City, she'd slowly been giving up on the idea of being an ideal soldier every single day. It got too hot in the warehouses, too musty for her to be in the jacket for twelve, thirteen, fifteen hours a day. Even now in front of her fellow soldiers, the jacket was unbuttoned and open, revealing her dirtied white tank top. She'd tried to clean herself up a little, but it was pointless these days. She'd gotten used to a fine layer of dust on everything she owned. "The Brigadier General," she reminded with a slight grin, as if that made it funnier. "Is like a kid in a candy shop." She chuckled some and tucked her hands back into her pants pockets. "You'll see eventually. But for now, I was hoping to talk about you, Lieutenant." Then she noticed the people around them watching curiously. Her face fell some and she sighed. "Actually, walk with me. We'll do this on the go."
