'Even more ships?' Raiven said, having returned from his short trip around the vessel. 'We'll take whatever we can get. Although, who will pilot those fighters? And more importantly, what class of fighter are they, exactly?'
Whisper was getting tired, too. It would be a good idea to call dibs on one of the good beds before someone else did. However, she shortly found herself inside the cockpit, her interest more or less in seeing the hub of the Athos... bed would have to wait. She was used to staying up late, anyway... much to the digress of her father.
Isodor still sat in the pilots seat, playing with the controls. 'Neeeeeeooooow, pew pew. Take that, you evil bastards! Ha ha, you are no match for the ace of space!'
His eye caught a glance of Whisper, and it took him a moment to realise that... yes... she was actually there. 'Uh, hello,' Isodor said rather embarrassingly, turning in his seat to face her. 'Uh, pretend you didn't just see that.'
'Oh, sure,' Whisper said wryly. 'I'll keep my mouth shut, promise.'
'I know that look,' Isodor replied, glaring. 'You'll totally tell everyone, unless I give you something, hm?'
'Never!' Whisper replied, faking insult at the very idea. 'Of course, if you feel like it...'
'No, I do not. Now, if you don't have a reason for being here, I need to get adjusted to the controls... thank you.'
'Sure you do, space ace,' Whisper replied, chuckling. She walked back out of the room, leaving Isodor silent... for about five seconds.
He clutched the controls again. 'Neeeeeooooow!'