Goose leaned back in her chair as she listened. This was a world away from the scheming and wheeling and dealing back at the stable, or even the cafe. But she was a Lyran after all, and dealmaking was something she respected.<br/><br/>"You've done well, I think. And I know I couldnae have done any better. So good with the contract. And I'm looking forward to being under real gravity, and on a planet again. And just think - sunlight and proper food." she let out a fond sigh at even the thought of not having to cook again.<br/><br/>"In terms of running things when we're in the field - well, I'm a Solaris jock. So I can make our bouts look gone for the TriDs, but ... I really should stop calling them bouts, shouldn't I? Well. Battles. I'll help how I can, but I say that we just let things shake themselves out a wee bit by themselves. But of it? As I understand it, they're a bunch of feudal throwbacks that want to have an actual king. Hell, they don't even have money. Which reminds me - please tell me we're not going to get paid in sheep or something. Anyway. Here I'm Goose. Out there, if you need me to be the Landgravine, I can be. It's all about holding the fan just right and looking down your nose at people. Yes. I know. I'm short. It takes skill to look up at someone whilst looking down at them."<br/><br/>"As for marketing - I think it'd matter more that our rides look good than our outfits. But I'll admit that - if we _have_ to have a uniform, I'd rather it were storm-grey kevlar rather than something Uncle Angus might wonder around the house in."