Her gaze tears away for an instant, up to the sky, thinking about all the times Redtail has supported more than her share of weight. Three, four people, sometimes more cargo than anyone should have cared to take through the air— if for no other reason than the fact that the extra gas burned was a black hole in her pocket.

(Even more of an excuse, she used to say, to gamble it all away.)

Soon enough, she glances Dean's way again, struck by a sudden thought.

"You're afraid of flying, aren't you?"