"You seem absolutely pleased to be here," I say, refilling my glass of rum.
"Nah. This place is stuff. I feel landlocked from the lack of progression. I can't further my goals sitting on my ass too much."
(no i'm not actually saying anything about the actual game progression personally. Just acting in character.)
Tippy had all but finished her whiskey and was now twirling the straw between her fingers.
"What were you doing before flying for the military? Wait. Don't tell me. You've been flying all your life and you're a walking cliche?"