The last thing he is expecting is for her to put something into the pocket of his BDUs and he practically jerks away purely on instinct – because that was a mistake, right? But no, she’s sliding her little camera off and into the pocket of his pants and he’s not sure how the fuck he’s supposed to handle this shit.
“Most people are,” he admits, defaulting to the one thing he’s most comfortable talking about. “Striker’s a beaut, ain’t he? Brilliant; he’s the first and last Mark V ever. Shame, really. He’s one of a kind.”
Gipsy Danger isn’t the only Jaeger that’s unique and fucking awesome. It riles him that people fall all over themselves about Gipsy when Striker stands resolute in the next bay over – the fastest and most advanced Jaeger ever and he goes ignored because everyone is too busy pissing themselves over that old rust bucket of Becket’s.
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“Most people are,” he admits, defaulting to the one thing he’s most comfortable talking about. “Striker’s a beaut, ain’t he? Brilliant; he’s the first and last Mark V ever. Shame, really. He’s one of a kind.”
Gipsy Danger isn’t the only Jaeger that’s unique and fucking awesome. It riles him that people fall all over themselves about Gipsy when Striker stands resolute in the next bay over – the fastest and most advanced Jaeger ever and he goes ignored because everyone is too busy pissing themselves over that old rust bucket of Becket’s.
At least Rhoda seems appropriately awed.