The sky was gloomy and overcast, the morning sun nowhere to be seen.
Shen Yun felt a bit cold, hugging her arms, legs pressed together, leaning into her seat with a hole in the stocking on her right leg revealing tender flesh beneath.
The helicopter pilot was fiddling with the little knobs on the instrument panel. Chen Ke did not understand them, so he stopped looking and turned to the view outside the window.
"I thought you'd be staying near Shenshi Town for a while, but you're leaving in less than a day," said the helicopter pilot. He was speaking in United Federation language, with a southern accent.
"I wasn't planning to stay long. How long have you been flying helicopters?" asked Chen Ke.
"I've been flying for 25 years. I used to fly commercial aircraft, then I became a pilot for private small planes, and now I'm flying helicopters. By the way, my name is Bob. And you?" Bob said with a smile.
