The BranRiech wrote:"They're not coming, sorry about that." Bran said as he was about to walk off to a seat, preferably where he could examine the wings and engines as they flew. It was something he always did, a tradition of sorts, where he would watch the oscillations of the wings. It was calming to him, knowing that the planes were designed to do those things.
"Is this bigger than a 225?" He asked. "Antonov."
"Yes, it is." she said with a curt nod. "Not coming? Oh, not sick I hope." she said with a concerned look on her face, a total stranger.