Hannah, didn't know what to make of his confessions, conclusions drawn upon two short encounters, lasting less than ten minutes each.  “Andrew, you are a very engaging individual, but I am not like you.”  She smiled politely as the staff person returned with her tea.  She fiddled with the tea, pouring milk and adding sugar until he departed.  “How about we get to know one another?”  Thinking her comment would put him off, a part of her was relieved while another wanted to kick herself in the shin.  She nodded, resolute in her decision.  “I am willing to get to know you more but let’s take things slow.  I feel you have an idea of who I am but really, you don’t know a thing about me.”  More than anyone else, she harbored something that could cost her her life. Was he genuine in his feelings? Could he even imagine what he might be getting into? No, of course not. Flying women didn't exist.