Gwin had been through so much so quickly that she had lost track of who tracer was.  "Whose side is he one then?"  She looks down to the roof.  "Miss Kit?"  The thought of her cat being with him came to her mind.  They didn't know who wrote that note.  Gabriel didn't know of the second note.  She notes the aloha shirt and the shorts with sandles.  Her mind snaps to attention as some of the memories that were disjointed and fogged in her unconscious state found a home in her unfinished puzzle of that event.  The word "cutiepie" falls from her lips disguised in a breath.  She looks back down to him with confusion.  Just then Jenny interrupts.  Good timing Jenny.  Reality reasserts itself into her focus.<br/><br/>She tries her hardest to stay out of the way as Gabriel maneuvers about the small aircraft.  She screams as the front of their plane is hit and the auto-pilot gives way.  There are shouts for her to take over the piloting.  She jumps up and sits in the seat, but she has no clue what to do.  They don't teach you to fly an aircraft along side counting change to run a small store.  She hears "pull up."  She ranomly grabs one of the two sticks in front of her and begins to pull on it.  It didn't quite give the desired effect, pulling half the plane upward, turning them onto their side.  She grabs the other one and pulls it up.  Better.  With some random combinations, she manages to get the plane to pull upward.  The randomness of her attempts to figure out the driving did have one good effect - random flight patterns are hard targets to hit.