The sudden yelp of panic from Loika made Kelly's head snap up. He instantly regretted that.
Squinting through one killer migrane, Kas tried to figure out what was going on, and noted the plane was missing two heartbeats. While it was troublesome to make out faces, he wasn't hearing any insults or smartass remarks..
What the hell? Wasn't she the one telling him not to do any hero bullshit? He could survive it! He'd already done so before. Now there was no choice but to sit here in this flimsy plane and wait and hope that Peter could find Rachel in one peice, and the anxiety made the interior of the Blackbird quickly seem like they were flying beneath a dark thunderstorm cloud, waiting to be struck by lightning. The electric tinge to the air was almost enough to gag on.
"Fuck balls." Kelly cursed under his breath, children present or no. He didn't think he could handle it if Peter came back with bad news..
Lucky thing, then.. Peter poofed back into the plane, holding a dark-haired girl he could only guess was in miserable shape. He breathed a sigh of relief, hugging his knees closer to his chest, and letting his forehead fall on them.
For the rest of the flight, Kas had little choice but to sleep. He was out like a light.