Jaakko recalls the last time Mjolnir had leave. It hadn't been all that long ago considering how squadrons are usually rotated.
"Any guess on where you'll be stationed when you come back?" he asks.
Talko looks to the ceiling in bliss as he is pet. Jalko studies Musashi's seat.
: [whosagoodboy? You are! Yes you are!]
: Er... well, no, actually.

: We may not even come back. Not back here, not to Aesthia.
"Mm, you sound thrilled," she muses. "I'm sure it can't be that bad, though."
"Do you know who you get to bunk with yet?"

: If it's anything like our surface carriers- er, carri
er, I'm going to be bunking in the same place as the other pilots on board. You enlisted guys are probably gonna get something even stufftier.