"Yuri," he said, taking her hand for a firm, brief shake. It was probably obvious to Andy that Yuri recognized her right off. His posture straightened up from his casually indifferent sprawl, and he observed her with interest and some small measure of wariness. What were the chances of him being paired with one of the pilots who saved Telluride?

Higher than you think, He told himself. There weren't that many active jaegers and anyway, an attack survivor joining the the PPDC was an old story. This wasn't some weird, backhanded psychological test. Probably.

He relaxed, dropping into his seat and resuming his easy posture, ankle resting on his thigh.

"I didn't know they made pilots do this kind of thing. Unless you volunteered."