[ She huffs out a breath that might have been a half-hearted laugh, if she could be assed to try a bit harder. Smoke wisps from her mouth as it curves up faintly in a wry, fleeting expression. Shaking her head a little, she shifts in the copilot's chair to tuck her legs up, curling into her seat. It's rueful when she answers, a little tired and a little quiet. ]
no subject
I know you do.
[ A little fond, too. ]
I'm the one you shot earlier, remember?