Khalida waves her hand dismissively. “It was Chinese. And yeah.” She huffs when she sees the pilot. “Mom sent you?” She calls to him and he nods in return. “Figures. I could’ve done it myself, give John a break, but [i]no[/i],” she mutters to herself, hauling her stuff into the jet. “Well, come on.”

Asa smiles at the woman a little ravenously. “You wouldn’t have the time to spar me later, would you?” 

Sorcha nods and takes a deep breath before going to walk into the tree. She pauses. “Do I need to know anything about when I got drunk before we go out there?”