As if the scooter had screeched to a stop Tina's boot thudded onto the pavement to keep her balance. Agast, her Hazel eyes searched his. Copper hair spiled over her shoulder as she leaned toward him. "I was born a pilot. You have never flown?" Born to a pilot was more accurate. She couldn't remember a time that flying hadn't been part of her life. Taking time to fly herself was rare these days, every spare credit was hidden away. When she was old, she still wouldn't want to die on Vexxith, but it might take her whole life to save up enough to get off the planet in time die anywhere else. This guy with Amber eyes was bringing up her old way of thinking. The answer could be with people in places she hadn't looked. There could be time for life off of Vexxith. It was a simple question, in a stream of questions, but to her it was by far the most important. Had he flown?