He's not sure she does understand what it feels like to be grounded, to be trapped on the surface like a bug under a glass, unable to even exit the canyon when he's spent most of his life used to being able to just flit off when the whim took him, flying thousands of miles in mere minutes.

He's not going to point that out to her, either.

"You already know I'm a pilot," he says instead. "What did you do before you washed up here?"