Ruslan looks outside, but not getting his head or hands out of the chopper for safety reasons. Their pursuers apparently have been caught off guard, for there isn't any chasing them yet. [i]They must've been rushing back to their vehicles, they're miles behind us now,[/i] he thought. "We're flying low, Sam, aren't we?" he asks, worrying that it will be easier to detect them on radar if they fly high.