"So it's the planes not the flying that bothers you?" Clark wondered. He could understand that, wasn't the biggest fan of being in planes himself but for very different reasons. There was absolutely no thrill in flying that way. There was no air in his face and no wind in his ears and he was crammed in like sardines with a hundred other people. He was so glad for the ability to simply fly himself.
"You prefer openness," he surmised from the rest. "Have you ever been to Kansas?" There was nothing but open there. Fields for as far as even his eyes could see.