"I don't think you'll have to search them out," she replied, and took his hand to practically drag him down the corridor. Amazingly enough, not that she knew that the cold was just her and not a decompression, it became a little easier to ignore.
She led the way through the labyrinthine corridors, pulling John along behind her, more gently after those first few steps. When they neared the flight deck, the sound of a few voices told them they'd found what they were looking for. Sure enough, still in their orange pajamas, a group of specialists were toasting over a couple of glasses in one of the adjoining parts lockers.
As they entered a few of the mechanics stopped and stared, as though unsure of what to do. They were pretty familiar with Rosie's face by now, but her companion gave them pause. "Hey guys," she said, then added, "he's cool," with a wink.