It is pretty. But he doesn't want to put down in it, so it's back up again, and full forward on the throttles, and the Northern Continent gets closer and closer. He pulls out the thermos, pours a cup of coffee for Charlie, digs out a second cup, pours one for himself. Might as well pass the time over open ocean somehow.

He ain't sure if this almost-sisterly shit is better or worse than havin' someone like Lara along for the ride. But they had a whole different understanding about the thing and Charlie... well, she's adorable and innocent and wide-eyed, like a kid, and he can't help it if he can't even muster a single friggin' bad thought about her.

What the hell is wrong with him? Maybe he's gettin' old.