"Aw, come on, folding already? Tch, why even play if you won't take any chances?"<br/>"Chances, Kyu? I'm just leaving while I've still got a bird to fly in."<br/>"Now you know I'd never take a pilot's baby away from them, that's just cruel. Granted, you might wind up flying in your skivvies, but hey, that's life."<br/><br/>With that exchange, one of the pilots who had been sitting around a table in a small little room, now filled with smoke, got up and headed for the door. The woman he was talking to was a young Korean woman with a smirk on her face, and a cigar between her lips; which most likely was the cause of most of the smoke, though a few of the other pilots were smoking cigarettes as well. She had a box on the table in front of her, missing the one now in her mouth, the spoils of one of her many victories so far. There were a few other pilots at the table, each eying the woman warily as they continued their game of cards. The woman, Cha Eun Kyung, or Kyu to her friends and co-workers, was clearly on a winning streak.<br/><br/>She took a puff of her cigar, removing it from between her lips simply to better direct the blast of smoke she blew into her co-workers' faces, before speaking again, "Alright, ladies, let's keep this game rolling!" Her, generally male, co-workers, simply sighed and kept the game going. Eun Kyung  had been feeling anxious, like she usually was when she wasn't in her bird, and relaxing with some rampant gambling, the taste of toxic smoke in her mouth, accompanied by the occasionally sip from the glass of scotch in front her, was the best way she could think of to wind down and keep herself from going stir-crazy. She couldn't wait to get back in the pilot seat. She knew she shouldn't wish for combat, but she could really go for a nice dogfight. At least she had something to kill the time with, though, and she wasn't having a bad game either, much to the chagrin of the others.