"You know, when I'm from, flying is our equivalent of driving. The kind of thing I could probably do single-handed," she considers, brow wrinkling in sympathy. "In case you need someone to hold yours. But, how about this." Glancing above at the skyline, Faye draws a square with her finger, roughly around where she's pretty sure Buckingham Palace and its garden are.

"No further than a couple of blocks. And we won't go that high," offers Faye, even as she can feel her cheeks flush with excitement again. Truth be told, even if Dean has to sit this one out, being up to the air's going to be like nothing else she's had yet in London. And while the option of flying on her remaining fuel's still available on the island itself, Faye knows that she needs to save that.

Just in case.