The truth is that Reno's spoiled her for helicopters. The chance of her ever flying in one again may not be high, but the chance of her doing it with as skilled a pilot is nearly zero. She doesn't have enough experience to realize that this isn't how it always goes.

"It's humid," is the first thing Charlie says as she exits the air-conditioned cockpit. She's not complaining, really, but it is unexpected. She's used to a much drier sort of heat.

Her eyes dart every which way, trying to take in everything at once, even as she follows Reno's directions and keeps her head down and clear of the swirling rotors. And then he kisses her and her face heats up bright enough to compete with the tropical climate.

"Th-then we should go that way," she stutters, trying to cover the fact that he'd thrown her off balance with that.