<strong>Location</strong>: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Central Command - Outside the Personal Office of the Director<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Afternoon<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Luke Collins<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Luke smiled affably at her question. It was a question he received frequently, even from pilots with years of experience. With a Grigori, the pilot partnership was so vital that it was always on everyone's mind.<br/><br/>"I'll be a little unfair and ask you a question in response," he said. "What do you think of the two pilots you worked with for the press conference? Afia and Tianran, right?" As he asked this question, the elevator doors slid open and he gestured for her to enter the elevator ahead of him, like a psychiatrist inviting a client into his office.<br/><br/>"None of this will go on your psych report, don't worry," he added, laughing gently. "I'm just curious. Because pilot chemistry is so important, the people in the tactical branch become half strategists, half gossip mongers."<br/><br/>The pilot assignments for the next mission had already been determined (more or less), but Luke wanted to get a more honest response from Julie before she started forcing herself to like anybody. If she truly clashed with either of them, it would be good to know sooner rather than later.