Hudson with Terror

[Lochrath]

An involuntary yelp of surprise escaped her when he opened up on the arrays. Staring out at the hit target, sparks and falling debris made it almost look pretty. Dark metal and fused rubber flaked down into the surrounding ice, peppering it with small blackened spots. As they circled around and eased into the crater, Mary eased. She didn't realize she had tensed up for the entirety of the run up, but it felt good to slacken. It was exhausting flying with this man.

She glanced down at her pad to review what was captured, then up again to speak. It didn't matter which way she looked due to the helmet communication system but habits are hard to break, and she was no fighter pilot. "Honestly, yea'. With that little stunt o' yours, got readin's on their whole setup, pings off their compound tanks, an' general equipment. Runnin' this might take ah bit, but this is more than ah could have asked for."