"Good stick," Thomas said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. He checked his mic and then nodded, "yep, all good!" He was starting to feel like a kid again, not that he had ever flown as a kid. In fact he had been a monk by the time he took his first flight in an airplane, sick as a dog beside Peter who was the calm one for once. "Remind me to tell you about my first flight when we get home," he said with a small smile.