Earthers had always had a difficult time with the Martian way of life. With the idea of duty to the community before literally anything else. But Mars was not Earth. The resources were not there for the taking. Everything on Mars had to be built, and fought for - even farmers were, at their hearts, engineers. If retired ones.

"Oh I chose it. Can't remember not wantin' to be a pilot. Pretty sure I wouldn't have made a decent anythin' else." He offered her an amused, self-deprecating smile. "Wasn't anywhere near as excitin' as I was expectin'. I was basically a glorified bus driver. Never let me fly any of their bad ass gun ships."