[ (Un)fortunately, Sui Feng defaults to assuming most people she speaks to will be found wanting in the intelligence department. But a cooperative attitude is well-received, almost summons something close to a small smile out of her.
(That, or the lighting flickered enough to give the impression of her lips twitching.)
Scrolling over the file on the embedded computer screen, Sui Feng begins, voice perfectly neutral for the moment: ]
It says you're a freight pilot. What precisely does that job entail, Ms. Brown?
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(That, or the lighting flickered enough to give the impression of her lips twitching.)
Scrolling over the file on the embedded computer screen, Sui Feng begins, voice perfectly neutral for the moment: ]
It says you're a freight pilot. What precisely does that job entail, Ms. Brown?