"I think gray's technically a shade, not a color," Amelia says, the crinkle of her eyes giving away that she's not serious. "But that's okay, I don't think they're judging our actual answers."

She shifts, sitting up stiffer and straighter and looking down her nose in imitation of some imagined tester. "'She doesn't like gray? Oh, no, she can't possibly be a Ranger - all the Mark IV drivesuits are gray, it just wouldn't work!'"

The affected tension eases away, and she grins, darting a glance at the one-way mirror for good measure. They're gonna love her for that, she's sure.