Jaakko stands in the shower, leaning up against the wall, head resting on his forearm, like a drunk. His mouth is partially open and he's breathing out of it as if he were an idiot. He stands under the cool water and stares at the wall, wondering if he should keep his Rafale, or exchange it for the Corsair. He wonders if it could be true that the Rafale is actually just better than the Corsair, even though the Corsair is a higher requisitions rating. He wonders if the designers have been lynched for making the aircraft damn near impossible to interface with laser, and other ultramodern weapons.