Her words having him snatching little looks at her to make sure that she’s being serious and she’s not jerking his chain around. She doesn’t seem to be though, and he’s pleased – it’s nice when someone actually appreciates Striker around here.

“Ever notice how a lot of pilots refer to their Jaegers as a ‘she’?” He leans against the wall as the go up, up, up, one ankle crossing over the other as he centers his weight. “People think it’s like how naval officers refer to their ships as ‘she’, but it’s more than that. When y’share a mind and body with a hunk of machine, you get – I dunno. Sounds crazy, but snippets. Little…scraps of sentience.” He’s pinching his fingers together on his right hand to demonstrate.

“Striker’s a he. I know it.”