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*peeks in, entirely too curious for her own good, really. She's about five foot four, perfectly average, with brown hair a bit past her shoulders and pretty pale skin, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans and a shoulder bag around one shoulder. At best guess she'd be in her mid-teens.*
... isn't this where my parents met?
*shrugging, she considers this, and then attempts to -- well, to make sense of it and bloody say something already, as her uncle would say.*
Um, so, hi. I'm Pilot.
... no, the other Pilot. I'm probably not the Pilot you're thinking of, if at all you thought of a Pilot. I've got a relative-thing named Pilot, so usually people think of him. *She shrugs.*
-- yeah.
Typist: Peri's fault! Um. This is Pilot Jane Yossarian, the daughter of Katherine DeQuincy and John Yossarian, for great yay.
... isn't this where my parents met?
*shrugging, she considers this, and then attempts to -- well, to make sense of it and bloody say something already, as her uncle would say.*
Um, so, hi. I'm Pilot.
... no, the other Pilot. I'm probably not the Pilot you're thinking of, if at all you thought of a Pilot. I've got a relative-thing named Pilot, so usually people think of him. *She shrugs.*
-- yeah.
Typist: Peri's fault! Um. This is Pilot Jane Yossarian, the daughter of Katherine DeQuincy and John Yossarian, for great yay.