Morag giggled and decided she would look into it, if only because she hated there being something she didn't know.
Then she made a face. 'We're going to have to keep that crap, aren't we?' she sighed. If they ended up having to blend with the Muggles, they would almost have to. She didn't understand how Muggle pilots could be on a lovely body of water and choose to close themselves up into a tiny space with all that machinery distracting from the little bit of view that they got through the windows. She shook her head in disbelief. 'We'd better do that pretty quickly, then,' she decided about the shielding. If someone stupid, i.e. a Death Eater, were to drop in, she didn't want to have to worry about protecting the crap while she disposed of them.
She listened to what he listed, nodding. 'Red sails?' she repeated, turning up her nose. 'White sails,' she said firmly.
But her lips turned up into a pleased smile at the suggested name. 'I like it,' she said softly, her eyes sparkling.
'So what do we need to organize for the move?' she asked.