The mercenary appreciated the well-timed change in conversation, even if it came at the expense of thinking about her old ship's destruction.
"I've only flown the Lich in combat once so far, and that's where you really get to know a fighter. But, so far, I can't complain. Handling's a lot different from my old Sutinga, especially do to the space frame's design. But it's rugged, doesn't mind getting doused in radiation. It's a bit heavy and sluggish, despite the auxiliary engines strapped under its stabilizers, but at least you don't have to worry about your engines getting disabled as easily. Primary, secondary, and auxiliaries all run on redundant lines."
Talking about something technical, tangible felt good, a pleasant change from the last few days' constant conversations about her condition and recent history. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she went on about her ship's firepower, armor rating, and interior comfort.
"Only real issue I have with it so far," she concluded, "is the power distribution. Those extra engines really tug at the reactor, and I don't feel like it's really powerful enough to handle them and the armament." She shrugged. "Something I'll have to get used to, I guess."
