"Before or after the promised head?" Stephie asked, flashing him a grin before turning back to the cockpit, because there was work to do and she was expected at the farm in a little over an hour. She'd budgeted a little more time than she needed, so they could make the flight a touch more scenic, but still, it was time to get off the ground. Stephie brushed her fingers against the rosary Thomas had given her, hanging, secured, safely away from any levers she might need to grab, then started the rotor blades going. Soon they were up, lifting into the air above the hospital. Stephie kept quiet, less to concentrate on what she was doing (because she could normally do that while talking) and more to give him space to react.