Flight was something that Sam enjoyed. Part of it was the fact he actually could break the hold of gravity with his powers, and some of it was it gave him the ability to think to himself for a bit.
Also helped on seeing if his kinfolks were all gathered up talking. Killing his speed and dropping, he fell towards the center, firing low powered bursts of his rocket jets from his hands and feet to slow down, listening as he landed a bit away from his kin. He had far to many memories of not having that much control, and didn't want to risk hitting any of them on accident.
Smiling as he replayed what he heard of the conversation, Sam drawled easily "Don't be to hard on Jeb. Just proves he ain't blind or dumb." As far as the maintenance of the Zebulon went, Sam was happy to let Jeb and Paige handle a lot of it. He could do some, but knew he wasn't anywhere near as good as those two.