Quote Originally Posted by Orzel View Post
Hover adjust her seat and plops down. A tug of the 3rd wing reveals that the wing now moves smoothly, like a hot knife on butter. It almost makes her squee.... almost.

She hasn't adjusted them since the time before the last time you got hurt.
Sandy stopped his inspection and looked up from the console. "Really? Not since the dragon?" He was only maybe halfway through the potential calibration steps; this really was a hassle to do. Sure, they hadn't seen combat much since then, but still... "I'd have thought she'd done somethin' by now. She loves them guns like her own legs."