Shira grabbed a drink too, and a strong one. She wasn't planning on getting wasted, but at least drunk enough to deal with crabby pilots. She was never good at communicating with irate colleagues, but at least Kaz seemed to be willing to relax now. She let Ceres know she was paying for his drink, and turned to her drinking partner, taking a sip of her own.<br/><br/>"Well, if it alleviates your bitterness any,<i>someone's</i>getting fired for today's screwup. I've put out a few feelers and my contacts are saying as much." She licked her lips as the alcohol burned down her throat, and shed more of her tact with it. "If you're asking from my perspective on the test, then it was a resounding success. Thanks for not dying, that would have put<i>such</i>a damper on my big day."  Shira gave him a grin, and downed the rest of her drink, immediately ordering another one. She wasn't exactly holding back today.<br/><br/>"But I didn't really come here to talk about work, otherwise I'd have dressed better. You, on the other hand, seemed to be dressed far more professionally than I." She gestured at his clothes. "It suits you, I was beginning to wonder if you had clothing other than flight suits. This is just what I throw on when I want to look decent but also plan on being comfy enough to pass out."<br/><br/>She downed her second drink faster than the first one. Shira usually didn't drink aggressively, but the day's successes had put her in a much more upbeat mood. Though she was cognizant of how her friend across the table felt about it, she wasn't planning on letting it be a downer.<br/><br/>"So, I think last night you turned me down for dinner with family, yeah? How was it?"