[She chuckles at that, then she looks forward again, and nods. There's a faint sign of being flustered; he's a considerably more famous ace than she is, and probably much more skilled, too. She nods, though.]

Sure. I can do that. I don't know if I'll keep up that well--ah, not that the Fleuret or I are bad, but you and your your Mobile Suit...

[To say they won a war singlehandedly is only a small understatement.]