"Mercifully not one of those horrid monstrosities. Just another jet-powered death trap that they can't bloody control where it lands," she growled, already writing up the polite rejection of the arms contract. She looked at the helicopter and then gestured to the cockpit. "At least this way your trip out here won't be a total waste, the coordinates are on the map inside." She climbed into the passenger section and took her files from him. "Tell me about yourself, to pass the time. Was there something in particular you wanted in a transfer?"