When the rest of the pilots got their fighter overhauled while being repaired, Mei couldn’t help wondering if, perhaps, she shouldn’t have been so quick to do her own repairs as she usually did. Of course, she probably could have just asked for their assistance like a normal person. After having been so quick to jump in and do her own repairs, though, it almost felt like to do so would be to admit that her own skills weren’t up to par, even though she knew that was silly.<br/><br/>Either way, it forced her hope that they would offer their help without her having to ask. Otherwise she either had to find a way to get their help without actually straight up asking or swallow her pride. That was if she wanted to actually get the some overhaul the others had, which she did. There was, of course, the option to try to do it herself, which she didn’t mind, but that would take a lot more time and effort, as she would first have to figure out what changes had been made.<br/><br/>At any rate, she had to respect their skills, if nothing else. It seemed that they had earned the respect of the other pilots, too, as many of the other pilots had invited the Starwolves to get drinks and other such activities. It didn’t end there, though, as these social calls became more prevalent as the two groups grew closer.<br/><br/>For her part, Mei didn’t attend too often, but she sometimes, whenever she felt like it. She noted, though, that their leader never showed up, instead disappearing any time such events were occurring. She wondered if he was the antisocial type, or simply just and introvert. She gathered that it was probably the latter, as his men seemed to be quite fond of him. They could often be heard singing his praises.<br/><br/>Today was no exception, it seemed, as one of his wingmen detailed a project he was working on and another commented about the results of a recent simulation, before they seemed to agree that he was crazy and/or a mad scientist, because they were all roaring with laughter. Mei laughed a little, looking down at the liquid in her glass as she swirled it around for a moment. “If he’s really that brilliant, it would be nice to actually talk to him at least once. I could use some intelligent conversation every now and then,” she mused to herself before downing the rest of the liquid.<br/><br/>“Oh well. I suppose it can’t be helped,” she said to herself, shrugging a little before paying for her drink and standing to leave. She waved off the insistence of some of the others that she stick around a little longer and have at least one more drink. “Sorry, but I have some things to take care of. Maybe next time,” she said lightly, giving them a friendly smile and waving over her shoulder to the mixed group of pilots as she headed for the door. Once outside, she shoved her hands into her pockets and looked up at the sky for a few moments before she began to head back.<br/><br/>Once back on the Elysion, she wondered what she should do. In reality, she had nothing she needed to do. That had just been an excuse to leave early because she wasn’t really feeling it today. She had only gone to start with because several of the other pilots had insisted. But now that she was back, she figured that she should find something to do, so she headed up to the deck. Perhaps she would tinker with her fighter a bit, or maybe she would just head to her spot and stare up at the sky.