Icarus exhaled sharply when the girl put the weapon away. He could almost feel his heart rate slow as she rose. He took her hand absently when she offered it, not wanting to offend her. If he had known she had had a gun, he probably wouldn't have followed her in the first place. He listened to her warning as he followed behind her toward the control room. When she finished he nodded silently, even while knowing that she couldn't see him. He coughed as he watched her for a moment... gods... how could she keep warm in such an outfit? He broke out of his own thoughts and managed to stutter out, "I have no intention of betraying you... or your mission. I, I... I'm sorry about... the spying. I wasn't sure who I was dealing with." He gulped; for some reason, she made him far more nervous than any fully grown, muscled air captain would have. He turned and said quietly before leaving the control room, "Icarus... my name is Icarus. I'll be in the engine room if you need me... thanks for not shooting me."<br/><br/>He walked about before she could respond and hastily made his way to the engine room. He opened the door excitedly, nearly forgetting his current predicament as he nearly pranced into the rumbling room. He ran straight to the gearbox and sighed, "Incredible..." he said aloud as he inspected the large belt that controlled the rudders. He frowned as he walked over to the mast's steering mechanism, "Tsk..." he shook his head, "That girl did a number on this..." he said, remembering how she had almost ran the ship straight into the side of the terra. "Oh well... better get to work," he said resolutely, shrugging out of his coat and rolling his sleeves up.