"Okay," she said quickly. "Okay." Breathing. She could breathe. She was good at that.

She held the joystick steady and tried to get her bearings. Switches. And dials. And ... she'd flown Pops' airship that didn't have dials marked half so neatly, so she should breathe and take a good look at them. Air pressure. Wind. Speed. Altimeter. And she didn't know what some of the words meant, but the dials were familiar anyway. This one should stay right in that range, and that one was okay so long as it wasn't really high.

They were still hovering. She curled her other hand around the joystick and took a deep breath, then tried moving it gently, a little bit over that way ... and the chopper dipped to the left. Back, and then it angled to the right.

"The handling on this ..." she murmured. Well. Pops' airship needed a full two-minute warning just to veer out of the way of obstacles.