Walking around the Phoenix hangars holding a box, Sparrow, finally sat on her blue helicopter, eating donuts, Dunkin or Krispykreme, you name it, and slacked for awhile, as she mumbles, looking up at you, the Freelancer, recruited into Phoenix recently.

"Ohg! Hiih, I'mn youor newh Ghetawhway Pielote."

She swallows the donut she was chewing on.

"My bad, but these donuts are too damn good alright? The name's Sparrow by the way."