Feeling vaguely guilty at dragging Aziraphale on a long-distance flight without even the courtesy of talking to him, Ellie had been keeping her mouth shut anyway; mainly because the venomous things that were likely to come out of it would probably hurt the angel or at least make him uncomfortable, even though they weren't really directed at him. By the time he suggested taking a break, though, her volatile temper had cooled somewhat, so she circled toward the ground and followed him into the coffee shop without argument, adjusting her appearance just enough to cause a stir but not a full-blown Incident before entering.
"I haven't flown so far in a long time," she remarked as they seated themselves. "I'd forgotten what a number it does on the back."
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Date: 2007-10-20 05:54 pm (UTC)"I haven't flown so far in a long time," she remarked as they seated themselves. "I'd forgotten what a number it does on the back."