Even though Jillian didn't lean in very far, Moon still recoiled a bit. The redhead had been nice so far, but that wasn't going to undo the reflexive reactions he had from over a year's worth of teasing and mockery by pilots who thought he was just a buffoon who refused to give up on his dream even though he was terrible. To them, he was like those fools you see auditioning for reality show singing competitions that can't even hold a single note, but claim to be the next big star. He looked up at her as he answered quietly.<br/><br/>"It's not that I'm not trying. It's not even that I'm not good. I just don't have the money. Half the time, I can't even buy the spare parts I need or afford to fully refill my ammunition. Have you ever had to go into a match making the choice between full ammo or still being able to use your mech's left arm?"