Rosie giggled, high-pitched and feminine, and somewhat uncharacteristic. "Don't know," she replied simply. "Depends on a lot of things." Even a year ago she would have said flying without even thinking about it. The constant possibility of death had kept it interesting to her, but once she'd actually been hit and death had stared her in the face she'd been quick to change her mind.
"Depends on who you're with, depends on the day, depends on what's at stake..." she trailed off.