"Papercuts only, I can work with that." Despite herself, that darkly playful smirk broadens into something warmer as she nods.

"It's a lot to focus on all at once, it took - " The smile drops abruptly. Mostly to herself, she mutters, "Stupid."

And then, when she meets his eyes again, "I didn't really learn, did I. All that knowledge was pre-implanted."

She never tried to figure out which flight was actually her first. Which cargo she was actually responsible for, which people she actually ferried safely.