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Date: 2021-05-04 02:37 am (UTC)She takes a sip of her champagne and makes an appreciative face: Zemo really does get the good stuff. Careful not to bump anything or spill her drink, she comes to sit in the copilot's seat, looking out the cockpit windows with interest.
Not that there's much to see. Clouds. Stars. The moon. It's just that she hasn't been in the air for so long, hasn't been anywhere but Madripoor for so long. "How's she flying?"