In case of emergency exits can be found to the rear, middle and front of the cockpit

Sandor waited patiently as others arrived for his orders to be delivered. While he waited, he couldn’t help but sneak glances to Siobhan. His friend seemed excited, but understandably upset. She was having to leave the home she’d known all her life, he knew what that was like and offered a sympathetic smile, but he wasn’t sure if she caught it. As the wolf she was grouped with began to lead the way, Siobhan stepped forward, walking next to him, her shoulder brushing against his own fleetingly. A current of electricity zipped through him from the contact, his stomach feeling as if he had eaten a bunch of butterflies and they were trying to get out. He stiffened slightly, but a smile pulled at his lips. The feeling only lasted until the contact was gone, once gone he returned to normal and he felt…odd about that. He wanted it to never go away. Sandor nearly wanted to turn and abandon his question and Torin to follow his friend, but he remained where he was, feet firmly rooted to the ground.

As she disappeared to complete her task he turned back to Torin, not even thinking about the fact that it was her father….and he had pretty much been love struck staring at his daughter. Perhaps he should have been. Sandor froze as he noticed Torin was staring at him, his ears fell back slightly, uncertain. However, that uncertainty faded quickly as Torin told him to go with Holland to get extra pouches for the pups to carry. He nodded quickly with a grin and turned to follow Holland, his wounds stung as the scabs continued to crack and open, but he was finally able to do something, he wasn’t going to let Torin or Holland down.


-temporary exit Sandor to go with Holland-

"speak."