The realization of what the forget is going on smacks Jaakko, he's definitely taken interest in the world around him.
The bottle of whiskey, the fact that it was in my loving aircraft. Tippy's helmet is off. The light is dying, he observes her helmet matted hair, and a darkened gray, almost metal jawline.
A look of shock and awe washed over his face.
"stuff, so this is why you've never taken off your helmet," he forces out quietly.
Jaakko looks between the bottle of whiskey and Tippy's metal loving jaw.
The torrent of thoughts and questions in his head temporarily drowns anything to do with the day's events.