Re: The Flibbertigibbet/The Pilot
"I was going to try to find someone in charge," she pointed vaguely down the hall. "I'm certain there are things we're not being told."
And she didn't like that much. Yes, it happened, and when she flew she absolutely came face to face with it, but that didn't mean she'd take it sitting down either. She liked to know things, liked to know where things stood. Even if they weren't great, she'd rather know than not. But this wasn't an airfield, and an offer like this from a pretty lady, one that seemed at home among all the lace and ruffles, was enough to make her pause.
And with this question she accepted the champagne. For a moment. She would return to her flight plan after a few sips of champagne, and perhaps the name of this passenger as well. She raised the hand that was empty of the glass up, and pressed a stray hair back behind her ear, far more at home on an airfield with grease and mechanic, than in this feminine sanctuary.