Miss Origami

[Ebiris]

"Nothing to do but pray," he replies with a touch of regret, breathing shallowly as he fumbles unsuccessfuly with his seatbelt.

"Logically, I know I was at more risk driving to the airport, but I think it's just a primal reaction. If God wanted us to fly he'd have given us wings, and all that..." he trails off with an almost hysterical giggle, still struggling with the seatbelt.

[Bean Bandit]

Kaitlin smiles in what she hopes is a reassuring manner, though she's beginning to feel a touch anxious just being near the man. Slipping a hand into her coat, she withdraws an index card, and gives it a mental nudge, rendering the paper pliable, like clay.

Concentrating on the image she wants, she pushes the card into the shape of a tiny bird. "If it helps ease your mind, sir, I'm not exactly God, but I can manage a pair of wings in a pinch." she confides with another smile. "I'll make sure you make your appointment."

[Ebiris]

"Oh, my word..." he gasps, staring at the paper bird with almost child-like intensity. "That is a marvel..." he slowly reaches towards the bird before pausing and looking up to meet your eyes. "May I?"

[Bean Bandit]

Kaitlin smiles a little, readily handing it over, glad to distract him from his fears, at least for a little while, and blushing a little over his enthusiam.  "By all means."

[Ebiris]

"It really is amazing," he murmurs, turning the bird this way and that. "I saw a video once of another agent who could control paper, but it's easy enough to just imagine it's special effects or something. Seeing it done so naturally... how exactly do you do it?" he asks, peering curiously at you.

[Bean Bandit]

Kaitlin shrugs modestly. "Practice, mostly." she demurs, smiling a little. "Beyond that, I couldn't explain it. it's just something I find myself able to do."

[Ebiris]

"Magic really does exist..." he marvels for a moment, before jumping as the plane begins to thrum from the engine startup, hurriedly fumbling with his seatbelt.

[Bean Bandit]

Kaitlin finds herself oddly amused by that. "I wouldn't call it magic, precisely." she laughs, unhurriedly fastening her own seatbelt. "It's simply a peculiar....and often useful talent."

[Ebiris]

The Professor nods a little distractedly, finally getting his seatbelt on as the stewardess finishes her safety spiel.

"You know how they tell you to brace yourself in that crash position against the chair in front?" he asks, going on before you can answer. "It's because the plane will concertina -" he brings his hands together, "Guarantees you'll die instantly."

[Bean Bandit]

"Not exactly a cheery thought." Kaitlin notes dryly. "I'll have to remember not to do that, then."

[Ebiris]

"Well, the alternative is having most of your organs crushed and then waiting to die from that. Or burning or drowning or something else slow and painful," your companion continues morbidly.

[Bean Bandit]

"That assumes you're fatally wounded." Kaitlin shrugs cheerily. "There have been people who walked away from a plane crash without a scratch, you know."

[Ebiris]

"Have you ever met one?" the professor asks, doubt clear in his tone. He falls silent as the plane begins to taxi on the runway, gripping the armrests of his chair tightly.

[Bean Bandit]

"You know someone who died in a plane crash?" Kaitlin asks, jumping to the offered conclusion. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry..."

She falls quiet at that, awkwardly letting the silence be, and kicking herself for yet another social blunder.

[Ebiris]

Professor Haggart looks over at you with a bemused expression. "No, I've never met anyone who's been in any plane crash," he replies. "And I'd like to keep things that way."