"You'd run out of them especially fast considering the amount of time you spend flying around and protecting me. Thanks for that, I owe you one now." The Purple Rose smiled from behind her jet fighter pilot's mask, glaring into the reflective material as she continued to soar in a pattern that took her away from these explosions.<br/><br/>"Probably more than enough to knock down that airport all over again. Where did you want to head off to now?"<br/><br/>More or less she was asking for coordinates. While her radar screen had looked clear, she had no idea if his would have. She just as soon figured that he had some sort of futuristic tracking technology that she didn't know about. If that were indeed the case, then he might very well have tracked some bogies that she couldn't have traced.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, the fact that she was thinking in this manner proved that she was getting used to all of his new gadgets and such. Having been a pilot trained elsewhere, though, she could have been forgiven for being a little bit skeptical when he had originally told her that he had employed things she had figured were impossible.