Milo had been half dozing, half aware of the fact that he was on a plane. In the crook of his arm, there was a small teddy bear that looked like it had been through more than a few decades of wear and tear, and had seen more than its fair share of shoddy repair jobs, especially where the face was concerned. He didn’t open his eyes when the co-pilot spoke, but rather his eyes snapped open at the same time the locks on the windows disengaged.<br/><br/>He subconsciously moved out of the way of the window that was behind him, and turned his body half way so that he could turn up the blinds without actually exposing himself to any errant sunlight. When it was confirmed that he would not burn to death, he dropped the hesitance and moved the shutter up and looked out the window. It was nighttime, so there wasn’t much to see except the ocean below as they began their descent. When Vicente asked the question, which Milo assumed was rhetorical, he raised an eyebrow quizzically and returned back to looking at the window. In his few rides on airplanes, Milo decided the view wasn’t all that great, and that the heights were a bit daunting.<br/><br/>He listened briefly to Lucina and Vicente’s banter, and cocked his head slightly as the Italian woman asked if Vicente was ready. He let Vicente speak and nodded in approval, and then looked at Lucina. “Nervous, are you?” he asked, adjusting the teddy bear he’d been holding as he turned his back to the window. Milo, as young as he was, didn’t express any worry about dealing with a Daywalker scuffle, but that could also be that Milo never seemed worried about anything.<br/><br/>—<br/><br/>Eli had been around for quite a while now. It wasn’t like he had anywhere specifically to be, and with all the chitter chatter about the Nightkin and the Daywalkers, who was he to not show up? He might’ve not had a foot in either door, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t like keeping up with politics. Anyway, he had been drifting around Delmarva, neither here nor there, honestly waiting for something to happen, as was usually the case for his old, bored self. He hopped from low DC rooftop to another with ease, and landed with a small bend in his knees, his jacket flapping against him.<br/><br/>He looked over the ledge idly, with little interest, until something, or rather someone, caught his eye. He looked straight down, his braid falling forward into his general view. His frown twitched slightly, obviously pleased. He hadn’t the slightest clue what Drake and Riko were here for- and to be honest, he hadn’t seen them in years. He paused briefly, wondering how to greet them. It didn’t take long for him to reach onto his belt and snatch his boomerang from its little holder. He held it between his small hands, looking at its vicious curve fondly. Yep, this would definitely make a good welcome.<br/><br/>He held it experimentally, turning slightly so he could get a good angle. His eyes glowed a bright blue, and the gem in the center of the boomerang did likewise. With very little sound, he twisted his arm and sent the boomerang spinning in a swift arc downward. He could hear the satisfying swish of the air as the projectile cut through it. It flew downward towards the two Gifted, aiming for the redhead first and then attempting to arc sharply towards Mariko after it had finished with Drake.