[ She glances at Bruce at his other side, and then again at Sam, her eyes going momentarily wide at the spread of his metallic wings from his back. Black and grey with a touch of silver and red, they reach out at least as twice as long as his armspan, if not more, and Rey is rendered speechless at the sight.
There's only a register of his hold on, before she grips him in return around his rib cage, and suddenly they're being lifted up into the sky. Not as fast as she would have thought given his jet propulsion, but it's quieter and makes more sense in the scheme of the plan.
Still, it's flying, and without the aid of a ship. She looks down at the retreating ground and has to fight back a delighted, girlish giggle.
He touches down lightly with them in a dark, unoccupied corner of the roof, letting his passengers get their footing before turning and diving down once again to make another pickup — but Rey is already anticipating the fact that flying with him might be their exit strategy in a pinch, and hoping despite that that she might get another glimpse of his wings in action. ]
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There's only a register of his hold on, before she grips him in return around his rib cage, and suddenly they're being lifted up into the sky. Not as fast as she would have thought given his jet propulsion, but it's quieter and makes more sense in the scheme of the plan.
Still, it's flying, and without the aid of a ship. She looks down at the retreating ground and has to fight back a delighted, girlish giggle.
He touches down lightly with them in a dark, unoccupied corner of the roof, letting his passengers get their footing before turning and diving down once again to make another pickup — but Rey is already anticipating the fact that flying with him might be their exit strategy in a pinch, and hoping despite that that she might get another glimpse of his wings in action. ]
( Thanks, Sam. We're good to go. )