"The map's in the cockpit." He gives a mild shrug, and does his best to stifle the accompanying wince, although the wound has reached a stage where he's no longer reminded of it until he makes some inadvisable movement. "Just upstate New York. There's still some wilderness left." There is less, perhaps, than there was, but he hardly expects that to come as a surprise. Out of gentlemanly instinct he offers her a hand up to step into the plane, which is neat and clean, save for the mapbook and a pack strapped against the back of the pilot seat. The plane is used less often than he'd like to use it, but well maintained.
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Date: 2009-04-30 03:08 am (UTC)Out of gentlemanly instinct he offers her a hand up to step into the plane, which is neat and clean, save for the mapbook and a pack strapped against the back of the pilot seat. The plane is used less often than he'd like to use it, but well maintained.