But the grief’s not as bad as when Argent drove onto the Sea-Tac private apron. I’ve got to assume Raven is in contact with ground controllers and all the usual drek, but her meat body didn’t shift a millimeter, and she didn’t bother to patch whatever communication she had through to the cockpit speakers. Or—who knows?—maybe she didn’t have to talk to anybody. For all I know, the transponder in the Merlin might still be squawking the idee for a high-level Yamatetsu exec transport. Whatever, we just blow on through into S-S airspace without the slightest hassle. Thank Ghu for small favors, say I.