Nautica rested her head on his shoulder in a comfortable and familiar manner, he was one of the few that she ever relaxed even this much around. "I'm bearing. I'm curious, but I'm bearing," she assured him with a smirk.
As they landed she was certainly even more curious. She could smell the sea but had no idea how close they were or where in England. She followed him though and her confusion grew even more. By the time he asked she had a wary half-smile and wide eyes. "Very. Mister Bletchley. Should I be?" she asked. "Where are we?"