[ Hey, now there's a romantic gesture — few things in this world Andy appreciates so much as a well-placed explosive. She takes it with a mean little grin, giving Rex's bandaged wound a light pat for good measure before she slides over to the secondary gunner chair, light on her feet despite the ship's rocking and swaying. Andy's truly something else in close combat, but not too bad at range and definitely comfortable pulling a trigger. ]

The pay is that bad. [ She calls over her shoulder as she loads the explosive. In typical Andy fashion, she gives herself a moment to light a cigarette and press it snug between her lips before getting to work. ] And half the time, everyone on this damn ship is too busted up to fuck.

[ It's utterly unconcerned and mostly just to taunt when she goes on: ]

You going to lose that fighter, or should me and Rex start taking bets on which one of us will shoot it down?