Xanthe had mostly zoned out on the long escort run; Gee had mostly kept the autopilot ticking over and there wasn't a whole lot else to focus on.
At least until the radio perked up. Squints were bad news at the best of times, easily able to outrun and outmanoeuvre larger craft like their X-Wings. And her last simulated run through Endor hadn't exactly ended well.
With a sigh, she reached forward and tapped a control, shifting her craft's S-foils into combat position and shunting power into the laser cannons. As the first green bolts surged past them, she dragged the stick back and left, pulling her fighter into a long climbing turn before pitching back down to aim at the closest grey screamer.