"Say... what...? who? Ah no, no, no, no! Old Franny, she's a sweet kid. But she definitely isn't my, erm, bit on the side. I have one rule -- never you-know-what in your own nest. Now if she were still attaching wings on Hawks back at Ames, well now that'd be different. And a bar of soap wouldn't go astray...."
Pete wipes his greasy hands down the front of his flight suit, and Sophie gives him a dirty look.
"Well, I better lift off. Hopefully that useless LPI has pulled it's finger out of the donut box and seen off those cheeky bloody Outcasts. Two mill they taxed me! Couldn't freakin believe it. Maybe I'll head through Magellan, give them a piece of my mind... oh well. Give Aaron my best if he turns up. Derek, what are you looking so scared about! Last time I saw him, he said he wanted to introduce you to his good friend Mr. Shotgun. Never heard of the man myself..."