Ace had dealt with far worse bluster, the Commander wasn't drunk and didn't even have a weapon to hand, a bit of table thumping was positively relaxed as far as her life went. After idly brushing the sleeve of her reinforced leather jacket, she looked up at the Commander and gave him a wicked smile.<br/><br/>"See? I knew I wasn't the only one who thought the whole idea was a little crazy. But yes, that's the plan and believe me, the Inquisition doesn't ask these things for fun. I'd assume that whatever that artifact is, it's something you really don't want Orks to be getting their hands on." she said, leaning back in her chair ""We'll need a pilot too. I've never flown anything bigger than a skimmer and you don't really land those"<br/><br/>She dips her hand towards the table and makes a 'bwch' sound, fingers flicked out as her tiny imaginary craft smacks into the ground "I'd scratch the paint for sure and that's no good. They're pretty birds."