"Eh, I'm above average for my family, but I'm not the tallest." He steps into the small fighter, trying to sit down in the seat. He does manage to sit down, but his legs are so cramped that his knees are almost touching his chest, making it look like he's in the fetal position. "Hmm, I don't think this is going to work." He tries to reach the controls, but finds that his own legs are in the way. "Yup, definitely not going to work."
"Being small has some perks, you must've realized..." She smirks. ".... But at least you can reach things on the top shelf." Seeing him in that cramped position makes her burst out laughing.
A moment later, Inko leans closer to Michael, noticing something behind the seat. "Gomenasai Mike, could you please.... Stay like that a for a while?" She steps into the cockpit, standing just above Michael, then she reaches back behind the seat, taking out a katana, putting into Michael's lap. " At least I know what was blocking the rails." She giggles, reaches for the side of the seat, pressing a few buttons, and suddenly the seat starts to move backwards, giving way more space to Michael. Inko didn't expect the sudden movement, and looses her balance, ending up on top of Michael.
He chuckles when asked to hold still. "Not like I have much of a choice." He tries to glance over his shoulder as she reaches behind him, so when she falls, he's caught unaware.
"Oof." Her sudden weight on his chest forces all the air from his lungs. His legs now in the foot well, where they belong, he has a much different problem, that being the woman now sprawled on him. "You alright Inko?"
Inko tried to get back on her feet as soon as she could. She grabs the armrests, and pulls herself up. However, two things pervented her plan from being succesfull. First was Michael, and making direct eye contact with him. She turns red almost immediately, and tries to move away. And that's when she manages to press the button with the "lower armrests" label. The two armrests which she uses to support her upper body suddenly sinks downwards. So, Inko ended up with her head on Michael's chest again.
"Well, I'm not going to complain..." He can't do much of anything actually, she'd ended up pinning his arms with her own, and the small fighter left no room for him to maneuver.
"G..gomenasai...." Inko places her hands on his chest, using him as support. She manages to stand up finally, her face being as red as beetroot. "So... How do you l..like it?" She asks, after jumping out from the cockpit.
"That depends, are you asking about the ship?" He smiles at her, noticing the top button of her blouse had come undone again. "Cause I'm not sure you are."
"O-of course I'm asking about th the ship!" The blush is pretty much constant by now. She didn't notice the the button being undone. "B...baka..." She adds, quite silently actually. "Wh-at else would I be asking?" She smiles, tilting her head leaning closer.
"O...okay...I guess... I could... do that..." With a meek smile, Inko slowly steps inside the cockpit, then gently sits down on his lap. "S..so... what would you like to t..tell me Mike....?" She's a bit tense, sitting on his lap just like that...