Robert looks in the mirror again and gives his daughter a look of apology for the bump. "Sorry, I'll try avoid most of the bumps." Another smaller bump rattles the frame of the jeep, but enough to send Stella back into Ari's lap. He looks up to the road again she's the faint outline of Cairo in the distance, the Nile river running off to the site of them. "Should be about another hour and then we'll be home." He worries what will happen as well.<br/><br/>Stella hadn't forgotten her question. But first she answers his. " A seat belt is a strip of material meant to keep stuff like that and worse from happening to people." She pulls out the hair tie that had been restraining her slowly loosening ebony shoulder length hair before finger combing it out and putting it back up into a tail. "So, pending any more short flying lessons, you're different how?" She rests her hands in her lap, shifting with the vehicle.  Her hands and arms are little bit darker than her natural tan do the fact she usually wears t-shirts when not in Egypt. Tan that reflects her mother's Egyptian and her father's Lakota Sioux heritage. She had gotten her mother's body shape: tall and curvy in the middle. Her face is a softer version of her fathers, bearing the pronounced cheek bones of the Native peoples of the Americas.