[ A nod of agreement as Mikazuki raises the rakers and pitches them aside with a deep mechanical click. Barbatos follows suit, verniers burning, whirling off to the side like a comet in that nothingness. The unobstructed light of this system's sun gleam off its white armor, reflecting back into the cameras. ]

It was difficult with another pilot. [ In those ships, especially ones who'd never done it before. ] Though I bet if it was you, it would have been different.

[ "Different" as in Mikazuki not pulling double his weight trying to get those Natha ships to behave. ]

You've never been in space?