"I didn't ask for a story." Skye glared at Saiker, he disliked uneccesary talk.
Skye shuffled a bit, and continued:
"I've flown a Sabre myself. Didn't like it much, but suit yourself. I'll take a look at the equipment you have on it later - don't believe anyone that tells you 'It's not the ship, it's the pilot'. Trust me on that."
Skye paused for a moment, looking at nothing in particular.
"The rumors you have heard are the absolute truth. My name in its entirety is Skye li-Bretonia, if you didn't know already."
He took a drink out of his near-empty beer bottle, waiting for a reaction.
