Stephie turned her head to see it too, and her anger changed very suddenly from frustration that someones idiocy had put their lives in danger into the cold realisation that this could be much more sinister. The drone was flying close, and Stephie had the very clear feeling that it was there on purpose. "I see it," she said, making sure that both her hands and both her feet were certain of their place on the controls.
She'd flown tricky manoeuvres before, with demons almost this close to the helicopter, but they had always been demons she'd known and for the most part trusted. Demons that trusted her not to chop them into bits. But it had always been planned; this wasn't.
"It's following us," she said, because it must be. She'd missed it, manoeuvred away, and it was still there.