"I'm better at piloting alone in general," Keith grumbled. "Firing my own guns, and controlling my own maneuvers." Hot head or not, Keith was definitely confident, and he didn't exactly sound like he didn't know what he was talking about. But, yes... he was young. Legally an adult, but still too young to drink. "But, yes. I do think I'm better than you." He said it plainly, like it was just a fact. There wasn't any bragging in his tone. "You're a lot older, and who knows just how slow you've gotten."

Keith was definitely not the tactful type... especially when he felt put out.