Khalida sighs heavily. “Nevermind, it’s pointless anyway. Sorry, John. That’s a negative.” The pilot sighs and lands. 

Asa smiles. “Asa, daughter of Heimdall. Wait, [i]apparent[/i]?” She looks up to see an approaching plane. “There’s even giant shiny birds now.”

Sorcha lowers her sword. “Ah. Aphrodite. Have you sent for us?”