And Lafiel was used to combat, even if she would have preferred a crew that could bring the ship to full operation. She registered the chatter with a slight nod of her head, while keeping most of her attention on flying the ship. While Lafiel thought piloting as simple as walking, a war zone where life fire is being exchanged meant that even a simple task required her awareness of the environment.

"We're approaching the active area. Fighters and mecha prepare to launch on my mark."

After her job of being a glorified transport was done... well, she'd figure out something.