Nora'a
Daphne kept chatting all the while, suppressing a giggle. It was probably overkill, as Traffic Control had surely muted her after the first half-hour of...
"...and like, I always wanted to fly a ship, you know? I just don't get why so many regulations and things? Between you and me, Traffy, I think it's just the old Cap being, y'know, an old Cap? Like, 'uh, gotta follow the rules, this is a ship not a toy, young lady', yadda-yadda. I mean, I knooow, old dude, I'm qualified to fly, amirite? It's not like I don't know what I'm doing, right? So, like, I think it's because I'm young? Yeah, but you know, don't you Traffy? Like, you sound super young yourself, if you don't mind me saying. I'm sooo sure you must be a total ladykiller, with that voice of yours, guiding ships in the night, know what I mean? Ha ha, sure you do, you little perv! Well, anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so, when I was like thirteen, I asked for a ship for my birthday, and guess what, they got me a sailing ship? The ones that go on water? Can you believe that? The cheek. So all these years, I was like, I really wanna fly a ship, so..."
And that went on, and on. And on.
While she nonchalantly flew the Old Lady's under the radar, never stoppping the stream of empty words, like decoy flares, like a barrage of verbal tinsel covering her true intentions...
...And on...