Cal watched her new pilot slip away among the crowd.  Sighing she slipped her arm through that of Kos, keeping the hold loose in case he needed to react to something with violence.  “Well thar goes tha' plan.  Guessin' tha roll will be needin' ta wait.  Leastways 'til we find 'im a babysitter.  If'n tha girls ain't spendin' tha night out, likely Ari an' Isi will keep a sharp eye on 'im.”