Sharon Agathon: So you sure you want to go in the second seat again? I mean, I hear you're a pretty fair pilot now.
Margaret Edmondson: Well, too many pilots, not enough birds. Anything to keep me flying, at this point. You want me, I'm yours, Boomer.
Sharon Agathon: Uh, no... Boomer was… She was someone else.
Helo: (speaks to other pilots in the rec room) Listen up. We need a new call sign for Lieutenant Agathon.
Various pilot voices: Chrome Dome! Titania! Lightbulb! Wind-up Toy! Raptor Adapter! Microchip! Digital Dame! Mayflower! Carburetor! Tin Can! Toaster Babe! Transistor! Robopilot!
Hot Dog: How about "Athena"?
Helo: Wait, wait, wait, wait. What was that?
Hotdog: You know, the Goddess of Wisdom and War. Usually accompanied by the Goddess of Victory?
(Silence. The Agathons smile.)
Another pilot, quietly: She likes it.
Helo: Athena it is!
--"Torn"