I watch with Sabre and his friend as the helmeted pilot shuffles to the mess hall. The visor is down.
"Well… uh, you two have fun… I'm going to go see what's wrong with this pilot," I say, stepping away from Sabre and his friend.
forget its hot out. Sunburn doesn't help.
I walk in and the cool air blasts my face. Feels almost chilly. The helmeted pilot has finished scribbling in their notebook and is chugging down pops. I look curiously.