Griff opens the door and steps in, smirking and shaking his head at Mae. "Yes, permission granted. Just... try and keep your special sauce off the upholstery and the controls please, Vince? And try not run into anything or... otherwise make anything explode" He glances down at Mae as she works Vince's belt lose. "Well... anything else other than that."<br/><br/>Sliding into Mae's seat, Griff turns and watches the two, his arms crossed over his chest and his feet planted wide on the floor. "Please, don't mind me. I'm just taking this opportunity to evaluate Vince's flight skills... under pressure." Griff smiles cheekily, tossing a wink at Mae. "And you... I will be grading your docking and coupling techniques."