Out of all the futuristic technology that Hunter seemed to employ, the Purple Rose was the most grateful for that one. Having now learned the frequencies that he had used to communicate on, she tried to radio him again. Naturally she had watched as he had turned parts of that scorched Earth into a single plain of glass. Swallowing deeply, she saw the reflection of her own face in the back of her helmet face shield as she started to speak. "Hey, is everything alright? You took a pretty big beating on that one."<br/><br/>Admittedly she was also grateful for the fact that it had looked like her jet was undamaged for the time being. This was a good trial by fire for her, however, and she was quickly learning to be an even better pilot from watching his example.