[@Pilatus]

Iris was nervous, and try as she might to cover up the sensation it itched beneath her skin incessantly. Words flowed forth from her lips with a natural cadence, but the truth of the matter is that she herself was hardly listening to them as they bubbled organically from within. The initial noise of the flight and the vibrations of the propellors had done well at soothing her, but as their trip increased in altitude and shortened the distance between Iris and her father, the words began.

"...And so, it's about the dolphins, you see. Professor El-Rehman has been funded to study them, particularly since they seem drawn to Azul..."

She shifted in the seat of the Cessna, her legs shifting and stretching in what space they could claim. She constantly looked over at Chris as the words meandered from her lips. With all the equipment packed in there was only one natural place for Iris herself to sit; up front, up close. Her nose wriggled every so often, the smells of the plane, and of Chris and herself, assaulting her senses. She drummed a hand upon the thigh of her sweatpants and shifted again, scratching at her calf with the heel of her sneakers. Another shift in the tributary of her one sided conversation.

"...And yeah, Miami, it was nice. But you've probably been everywhere, right? God knows I'd have flown farther than just to the edge of this horizon if I were you. Anyway, the beaches there were nice. Scenery was good. This past spring was absolutely killer, this friend of mine had just bought a drone, so we were laying out on the beach and..."

She fidgeted again, her anxiety now wriggling up her spine. Her hands moved with it, tugging at the collar of a baggy shirt that couldn't quite stay on her shoulders. She looked out the window and down at the sea, scanning the distance as she filled the conversational space with verbal white noise. Isla Ramilo was nearly visible in the distance. She squinted, and felt the tingle of dread finally creep all the way up her neck and into her scalp. She shifted the headset on her head, scratching a hand through loose and wild hair to tug it back from her face and use the headset as a hairband, keeping the bangs out of her eyes. Before she could continue speaking she had to pause for a moment. Chris had spoken and she wasn't really expecting that. Nor was she really listening.

"--What-- oh, me? Really?"

She looked back over to him, staring for a few moments into his sunglasses. She met his smirk with a grin.

"Mm, brave man." Her hands slowly reached out and braced on the yoke, tentatively wiggling them slightly to test for any dead zone in the steering. She makes a breathy noise of indeterminate emotional origin at the negligible rolling of the plane at her own action. "--Alright, talk me through this, big guy. As much as I wish I was flying the opposite direction, I'd still rather land than explode in the ocean. I'm all ears."

Her smile reached her eyes, a genuine and not-so-feigned smile of mild thrill relaxing onto her features. She didn't quite seem to realize that her efforts of trying to hold still were already causing the plane to roll ever so slowly to the right.