"We're fine," Stephie said, her voice very solid, much more solid than she felt. She steadied the helicopter, and let the steadiness of it convince her she was steady as well. The drone had come so close to the windshield and Stephie dreaded to think how bad it would have been if they'd hit - she was going fast, and the windshields were not unbreakable.
None of this machine was unbreakable.
"It's okay," she said, voice still forcefully calm as she rechecked everything. "I've got us, Thomas, we're good."