"It is, yo," Reno agreed. And it was. Was there really any room for anything but humility, sitting in the belly of the beast as it allowed you to fly? Of course he respected the chopper. It was freedom from every other piece of shit he had to deal with, even when he was dealing with it while he was flying her. You couldn't drag ass in a helicopter. You couldn't trudge onward into the mouth of hell or the Northern Crater or whatever the hell else was out there waiting to eat you alive. Even when you knew it was going to be rough, you fucking flew. The chopper couldn't do it without him, sure. But he couldn't do it without the chopper, either. "She's really somethin'."

He glanced sidelong, the corners of his lips pulled upward just barely.

"So. You ever get the chance to pull out that toy and fly it?"