Flynn only grimaced. How could the day possibly get any more humiliating? She was right—making off with his wallet had grounded him better than any direct order from the Marshall ever could. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if it had been a set up by Bubbles in the first place. He always did come off as kinda shifty…
Then Claire was walking, his stuff in her basket. He couldn’t believe she’d offer to pay for him, especially with how well he’d demonstrated his notorious dickitry. “Your day off? And you’re still babysitting me.” He fell into step beside her—trying to think of an impressive way to recover from this embarrassment. “Well, next day off how about you let me buy you lunch?”
"Good pilots are few and far between," she answered with a wave of her hand as if that was all it was. "I take my job very seriously you know. I help people in my own way and make them feel better. It’s not the same as fighting but — I wouldn’t be a very nice person if I let you suffer."
Claire was a bit of an oddity in the shuttledome, more so than the others. Once you got passed the sad backstory that brought her (and everyone else) into it the comparisons ended. That was probably why at Flynn’s request she quickly turned it down. “You don’t have to do that,” she began while setting their things in front of the cashier. “You don’t have to pretend to be nice to me because you’re guilty or because I’m your sister’s friend. It’s fine just consider all this part of my job.”