Yeah, it definitely smelled like fried bugs around here - maybe it was a delicacy in some countries but right now, Alexis wasn't really keen on appreciating the nuances of their roasted flavor. Or any nuance about them at all. "No fear of heights," she confirmed, actually sort of excited at the prospect of taking to the skies - maybe they could even fly above the cicada storm clouds. If only she'd worn goggles.
But she took Thor's hand, attempting to situate herself if he wanted to carry her or - well, how was that going to work, exactly? "Should I close my eyes? Is this like a motion sickness thing?"
She didn't know how smooth the flight would be - probably not like any flights to the Hamptons, where she kicked back and relaxed and did her best to combat puffy eyes and the dry skin fatigue that came from recycled air.