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Charlie comes down the stairs, and is a little surprised at the note that pops up on a cocktail napkin.

"Sure, I can, for a while. Let you catch some sleep." He patted the bar top lightly, cocking his head to read the next note. Specials board is on the bottom shelf, with the cocktails book. He retrieves them both, and sits flicking through the pages for a few moments, before he smiles widely.

This could be trouble.

Happy Hour
Specials:
French Kiss
Hop, Skip and Go Naked
Jack Off
Blow Job *
Orgasm
After Sex
Shots half-off

*free if shot properly
[[OOC: post open till midnight EST, and the mun ~~is calling slows on all threads until morning of same timezone~~.]]

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He smiles, a little ruefully.

"I am currently situated in the Sahara,1935, " he says, "My plane - my Caudron Simoun, something wrong with her engine. I'm - I'm a pilot.

"Your ship, what is she like?"

Samus grins, getting up and beckoning him to the lake door...

Outside, not far, her gunship (http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq304/dacatus/samus/echoesgunship1.jpg) is sitting on the ground.

"Hunter-Class interceptor and scout."

"Oh, mon dieu ..."

And the cold doesn't even register.

"I am recalibrating the warp drive, so I can enter and exit this pocket of space more freely. My first arrival was an accident." She nods, and something on the man's expression makes her take a decision.

"Would you like to see it closer?"

He offers her a quick grin, bright and cheerful.

"I'd love to."

"Come on." She moves across the snow with a feline step. As she approaches, the ship comes to life, lights turning on, stairs unfolding from the side. "We will use the top hatch." It is maybe 60 feet wide, 50 long, 20-something tall.

She climbs ahead. The narration might have mentioned she is wearing a form-fitting blue jumpsuit (http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq304/dacatus/samus/zerosuit.jpg).

It's quite attractive, really.

He lopes more than walks after her, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark slacks, sleeves of his cream-colored button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows (there are still stains of engine grease on the fabric).

He can't help the grin on his face as the ship lights up, and he followed her easily.

"She's beautiful."

An iris hatch opens on top, and they can slide into the airlock. In there, Samus armored combat suit hangs from a wall. Three closed doors, one open revealing a passage to the pilot's cabin.

The combat suit gets a glance, but the open door is of much more interest.

And Samus guides him that way: the cabin is not exactly spacious, but has three seats, one for the pilot and two for... maybe a flight engineer, navigator? "Have a seat."

She touches a few controls and the ship rises itself a few feet, smoothly. "I received this ship from the Federation, and adapted it for my own use..."

He nods, and takes a seat, eyes roaming over the console in front of him. He watches her hand movements as the ship rises, and glances outside once the ship stops.

(And his posture is a little easier, there is solid material under his feet but he belongs in the air, and the ship's movements - and its owner - are beautiful.)

"And what use would that be?"

"Transport, mostly. I am a bounty hunter, need to travel fast across the Federation systems after my next paycheck..." Samus leans back, crossing legs.

He offers a quick smile.

"Must be quite the lifestyle. You travel alone?"

She nods. "Most of the time, yes. Even when I am working with other hunters, each takes their own ship. Makes us more flexible and adjustable for dangerous situations and the unexpected."

"Ah."

He nods.

"Makes sense. Then again, having someone else is occasionally useful. Would not have made it through some flights without Prévot as my navigator."

"My ship has a navigation computer that can take care of it... I can command it from far away and it will come pick me up if I need it." She pats the console. "I have been thinking of installing an artificial intelligence, but..."

His eyes widen momentarily, more in glee than surprise.

"C'est magnifique!" he murmurs, looking at the console in front of him.

"Artificial intelligence - it is still better to have, ah ..."

He wiggles his fingers.

"Your own control, I think."

She nods, smiling. "I have it. That is why I am not in a hurry to have a too-smart computer around."

"There's nothing quite to trump human instinct, is there?"

He smiles slightly.

Samus grins mischievously. "Well, there are several other sophonts with very sharp wits and very capable instincts too..."

Then, from a pilot to another... she gets up. "Would you like to take her for a flight?"

And now, there is surprise in his expression, along with the look children generally get at Christmas.

"If you'd show me how to fly her?"

To be fair, these are not controls he is familiar with.

She moves so he can sit, and takes the next chair. "Here, switch to atmospheric flight controls.... flight wheel, throttle controls, it is all digital, not mechanic..." But in the end, is much similar to a plane.

"First, to hover. Hold the control yoke, and press the switches you feel under your pointer and middle fingers... then move, slowly, ahead, back, sides... the harder you push, the faster the ship goes."

He gets his bearings remarkably soon, and--

--they're off.

(And yes, he is whooping with laughter.

Being grounded, it is not so much fun.

And - this is wonderful.)

"Now, touch that blue switch... press the pedal you will feel rising under your right foot, and pull back the yoke." That done, they rise... flying smoothly, like an eagle gliding. Samus will show him the throttle controls and let the man have fun.

Atmospheric flight is fun, and the woman fully remembers how she felt when flying her first ship...

The Caudron Simoun doesn't fly this smoothly (He still loves her for it. She's served him well).

He learns the controls within moments.