Moon sighed despondently and shook his head, running his middle finger along the rim of his empty glass. "Yeah, the thing about those movies is that the guy always wins in the end. I've tried finding sponsors, but nobody wants to pay for a guy who has such a poor win record and who might not even make it in this season. They don't have any proof that I'm any sort of decent pilot, so they don't want to take the risk of trying to market me."<br/><br/>The younger man made less eye contact as he went on. Though it felt good to really be able to open up to someone for once, even if it was a bartender, he felt a little shameful to be going on like this.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Anastasia eyes grew big as the recognition dawned on her. "Oh, I know you now!" she started off loudly, quickly lowering her voice back down when she saw she had drawn a couple glances. "You're that guy with the old pre-peace Mobile Weapon, right? I watched your first two matches. That was some impressive stuff."