Of course she realized it. She would be dead already if the difference wasn't obvious. Between her emotions and her damn anger, Aeryn could barely keep her head above water as it was; firing at everything in sight. She knew it was bad flight sense, ignoring all the training that had been drilled into her, but this was only the sims. These ones couldn't kill you.

But Plourr could. Plourr could beat her easily, she had the advantage, she was familiar with the machines much more than Aeryn was. That didn't mean she was going to make it easy.

She dodged a series of attacks, loosening her fingers, keeping sharp, pressing the annoyance down where it couldn't get to her.