"Hello?" someone called into the hangar. "You, are you the mechanic?"
An American. The memories of the year of college over there before the war flooded her mind.
"Yes, that's me," Sybbie replied.
"Wait, are you American, too?" he asked.
She was doing it again, slipping into an accent.
"I lived in Boston for a bit as a child," she explained. "Sometimes the accent shows up."
"That's cute," he laughed. "Well, all I really care is if you can keep our plane in good working order. We call her Dragon."
"Dragon?" she asked.
"You probably can guess why," he winked.