M-Medic! MEDIC!

What the HELL are you doing, Flight Sergeant McBein!?

What the HELL are you doing, Flight Sergeant McBein!?

I'm sorry, Squadron Leader...

I'm sorry, Squadron Leader...

Don't "sorry" me, dammit!

You've got no sense of direction in the air, and you destroyed your Striker upon landing...

How much experience do you have wearing your Hurricane already?

A little bit over 10 hours, ma'am.

You're lucky you got off easy this time with just scrapes and bruises, but... Do something about those simple misses first, and then...

... right, keep trying! The enemy's not going to show you mercy just because you're green.

You're dismissed. Take a break for the rest of the day.

Yes, ma'am!

Yes, ma'am!