<strong>Dixie Mae Clementine, utterly confused by so many words.</strong><br/><br/>I was already seated in the room and by the looks of the lady, she wasn't happy at all. In fact she looked quite angry and when the rest of the pilots arrived I found out that she was.<br/><br/>Flight operations? Compass? Renderpuss? I'm a pilot not a rocket scientist and I was very close of letting miss Lamarr know about this but something, somehow, had me bite my tongue. This woman wasn't happy but I had no idea what I had done wrong. In fact it was her being wrong. She told us to meet her at the docks and then we find out she's actually on a ship and then she gets mad for docking it? This woman had issues. Maybe she had that disease? You know the one where people forget things? Or maybe she was just paranoid. I shrugged at the thought. Flying for a crazy woman was one, fighting for one was a different story.<br/><br/>I had no flight clothes other than the ones I was wearing and when the lady told us to get off her ship, choose a commander and dock back on the ship at a certain time and location I stood up, elegantly and gracefull as an ostrich tapped my hat and made a slight bow and then walked back to my plane. Dropping from an airship with a plane that needed a lot of speed was always a challenge and although I was confident in my own skills, I just hoped the lady and her navigator held in mind the inferior range of my bloodhawk.<br/><br/>As we all walked out of the room I waited untill out of sight and then pointed my finger towards my ear and turned it around, showing the others just what I thought of Miss Lamarr. Then I walked to my plane waiting for the refuel to be done.