Galea nodded in approval. "She's not in a hangar, y'see. She's small enough to fit, just barely, in one of the bigger work sheds. They prob'ly thought it was a warehouse or something of the sort, so they passed over it. She's fine, snug as a bug in a rug. Needed some repairs and tweaking, but most of that's done now. Just not sure what t'do with 'er."