[Aw, he's so nice.] Well, that's good. I mean, maybe he's just never gotten drunk enough to do it other ways.

[...she sounds totally serious about this too.]

Okay, so you're always out with your ship, which makes sense. We didn't have a navy, but I kind of get how it goes? So like... mostly administrative stuff? Data analysis? [She leans forward too, enthusiastic.] Yeah, about. Like... small grav field generators shape plasma into a cutting surface. It can slice through any armor like it's butter. Mine was shaped like a cavalry saber. [She sketches the shape of the blade in the air with her hands.] Yep, and that's right! Four thirteen-man squads with a sergeant overseeing each. The NCOs are fucking badass.