Bob chuckled, fishing in a pocket for a moment to pull forth a pocketwatch. "Actually, as soon as they re-home the mounting pin on the port rudder, and re-attach the cables, your little beastie will be ready to fly. So... around five minutes."<br/><br/>He paused, fiddling with his pocketwatch for a moment, then nodded. "It's almost time for the evening meal, so you three should probably head up towards the Passenger lounge; I'll show you the way."<br/><br/>Placing his watch back in his pocket, he climbed up the steps to the catwalk, making sure the three pilots were following him as he turned and headed down the raised platform, heading towards the bow of the ship. Only after the quartet had arrived at the passenger lift did he speak again. "Now, just pile into the lift; It's large enough for eight, so don't worry about the noises it makes. Go up one floor; just pull the lever until it's pointing at the three on the stencil, the motors will do the rest. Passenger lounge is just to the right of the lift; look for the fancy door about twenty feet away. If there's only the big darkie in there, he'll point you towards the dining room."<br/><br/>He paused, then nodded at the three pilots. "I'll send the fourth up as soon as he's presentable. Smelled a little like a smoked ham when he climbed out of his plane, if you'll pardon the expression."