Trudy's eyes flash pure anger for a moment, but she takes a deep and calming breath before answering.

"I overheard him insulting my former co-pilot, sir." Her former, dead co-pilot. "I heard him quite clearly, as there was a lull in the room noise. I asked him what he said, and he repeated his statement, making sure that I knew he was talkin' about Chief Warrant Officer Schimdt. I gave him opportunity to take it back, and he refused.

He called her a nigger bitch, sir." She's dead. She remembered my birthday, and she was killed, and they had to cut her body out of our Samson because the front was so fucking smashed up, and he had the nerve - "And I snapped. Given he's nearly a foot taller than me, I didn't think I'd be able to reach his jaw without getting too close, so I grabbed a bottle."

Her voice is very, very even.