"EIRLYS, CAN I YELL?!"
"What?"
"CAN I YELL?! I WANT TO SCREAM! THE WIND IS IN MY HAIR, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"Close the windows, Cory!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Unlike what millitary first person shooter games had taught me, Eirlys' helicopter actually had doors that are locked tight from the pilot seat, and I couldn't even open if even if I wanted to.
The seats were vinyl too, can you imagine that? Vinyl seats! On a helicopter! There were nine seats total; two in the cockpit, two with their back turned against the said cockpit seats, accessed directly with the passenger door, then two facing those said two, and finally, three in the back (actually just one long seat), like a van.
Eirlys sat in the seat that was backed against the co-pilot seat, so that she could easily turn her head to the right and talk to the pilot behind diagonal of her. Meanwhile, I sat opposite of Eirlys, toying with the window on my right.
