[Wanda jerks back suddenly by the sudden hand over hers. She'd been too distracted by the accidental turbulence she'd inducted to notice the man's entry. She backs away from the controls, a guilty blushing on her face.]

I am sorry. I will not touch them again.

[She watches him at the controls briefly, and can clearly see that he knows what he's doing. This must be how the augments worked, giving each of them the necessary knowledge to fulfill their designated roles.]

As you could obviously tell, I am not a new pilot. My name is Wanda, and I believe I am... tactical support?

[She phrases it like a question, because even to her the title is a little confusing. What does that even mean? Tactical support?]