Annie stares at him, tilting her head a fraction. Her eyes are intent, her brow slightly furrowed, but her expression is almost blank in concentration.

Starfighter.

But from Earth.

But chosen.

But his people didn't go into space.

Stars, starfighting, pilot sailor, nebulous enemy and Annie has grown to dislike nebulous phrasing.

Finally, slowly, she opens her mouth and says, "Um."

Then she says, "I'm...I don't understand anything you just said," and turns a dull red with embarrassment.