*Why does Samus feel a need to earn this stranger's good opinion? She doesn't know, and that uncertainty, coupled with the endless criticisms, are turning her pleasant mood sour. Her tone and expression grow tight with it.*

I practice. I train until the follow-through is reflex. I plan ahead, preparing the field so that whatever goes wrong, my instinctive response will send me in the right direction. I get all the information I can ahead of time, to limit myself to the plans I will actually need. And I cheat, every chance I get.