"I suppose that's a problem that's always been present," Audra said. After a while of wandering, her carefree spirit yielded to a growling stomach. She pulled out her data pad and began to look for nearby places to eat. "If the military had all the say they'd want the most capable fighters in the cockpit, but there is something to say about representing one's country...can't have the most viable amoral psychopaths...bad for politics and country image. Don't think I'd be having lunch with one of those people if they had selected them over you though." She gave Cecilia a smile before she flitted her eyes back to her data pad. There was a highly rated place on the roof of one of the department stores. Perfect, a meal with a view.<br/><br/>"As the daughter of one of the French Ambassadors I either had my nose to the grindstone preparing Roland and myself for the fight or had my ear to Neo France's politics. Can't say I heard a whole lot of the pilot selection in other countries. Who were the top pilots that got sacks?"