[color=39b54a]"I understand, though there's not much to worry about, these planes are state of the art, though I can understand the feeling of just not being on the ground.[/color] He said smiling over to her as he let her scan over the notebook. He was glad she was amused with most of it's contents. In all honesty, he was more of a dog guy, but cats didn't bother him too much, and fluffy seemed like a sappy enough name for the type of cover they'd be in. 

When the attendant came over, he gave her a nod [color=39b54a]"The darkest stout you've got please."[/color] he requested before looking out the window as Elsa offered to pay the check of someone else, he honestly couldn't care what she did with some of the finances, there was plenty to earn from this, and a bit more going to the British government wouldn't hurt too much. The clouds rolled with a fervor, a storm was coming, and it was going to follow them. It was amazing, to think that less than a hundred years ago they only just invented a successful plane, then adapted them so fast that soon after the military was using them, civilians were using them as well, the common man could see the tops of clouds and it wasn't too expensive in terms of maybe once a year or every two years.

Her voice pulled him back to their reality after being lost for a few seconds. [color=39b54a]"A scar on your torso from 'an accident' gotcha...[/color] he said wondering whether it was something to do with her somewhat clouded past, though he had a feeling she'd tell him sometime when she was ready. He gave her a curious look when she asked about anything similar. He then tilted his head to the side and folded his ear forward to show her behind to show scarring on his right ear that was a dark red that progressed up under his hair up on the side of his head. [color=39b54a]"This would be a 'workshop accident' nearly cut my ear off and gave me scarring up my head."[/color] He said letting his ear go after letting her look for a few more seconds.