Beth was finishing her food when she caught sight of something interesting—some woman she did not recognize was showing Mira a hologram. Unfortunately, the pilot only caught the last half second of the image, and it was hard to identify what it had been from a distance. Then the pilot she had seen smoking earlier joined them.<em>Who still does that?</em>Granted, the odds of dying of lung cancer these days were extremely low, but the smell was still a bit much in her opinion.<br/><br/><em>Wait, why does he look familiar?</em>Beth felt a sensation similar to having a word on the tip of her tongue. She was almost positive he was or had been an amateur pilot, and there was something unusual about him or his mech...<em>Crap, I can’t remember. This is going to drive me nuts.</em>Beth tried to keep up on as many professional and amateur matches as possible, but the truth was she often fast forwarded or skimmed news sites and consequently did not retain information consistently.<br/><br/>She considered downloading the publicly available MBF pilot data to her comm, but the problem could wait. Beth figured she ought to get around to greeting some of her colleagues from previous years, or maybe there would be another newbie in need of encouragement.