[John hears Poe's voice and the ship takes a nosedive. He barely pulls up in time to save it from being smashed into the corner of Chyler's desk, the propellers scattering her papers all over the floor. Oops.
Ace pilot. That's him.
John looks up, removes his feet from the desk, and does his best impersonation of a casual human. It involves picking up a mug and hovering it near his mouth without drinking, the remote control still held in one hand.]
Uh, yeah. You know. I didn't actually get banged up all that hard.
You look good. Better, I mean. More alive.
[A nod, sipping his coffee, which from the look on his face he obviously forgot to put sugar in.]
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Ace pilot. That's him.
John looks up, removes his feet from the desk, and does his best impersonation of a casual human. It involves picking up a mug and hovering it near his mouth without drinking, the remote control still held in one hand.]
Uh, yeah. You know. I didn't actually get banged up all that hard.
You look good. Better, I mean. More alive.
[A nod, sipping his coffee, which from the look on his face he obviously forgot to put sugar in.]