She shrugged and gulped down half of the water at once. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she handed the bottle back and said, "I've got to get to the cathedral by six o'clock--we've got to. Do you think you could give us a lift?"

The man shook his head with a grin. "Sorry, we're heading down to Colorado Springs; we'll be taking the next exit off. I can give you a tip, though--the angels aren't really coming, so you don't need to bother."

He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if he could fly them there. He could use high speeds, Electa would just have to hold on really tight. But he wasn't sure.

He could.

He sighed. 'Alright, just a bit more flying. It's not too far. We'll get there. We... yeah.' He thought. He put a hand to Electa's shoulder, leaning down to whisper to her. "Hey, what I fly us?"

"Are you sure?" She asked

He nodded, eyes determined through the round lenses of his glasses.

"...Okay, then. If you want."

He nodded. He gently took her hand and took her back a few steps. "Thank you, for the small assistance." He said to the man and woman, bobbing his head politely to them.

"Yeap. Good luck," the man said before he and the woman were off

"Alright, this'll be a bit of a ride. I'll use fewer air currents, so get on my back and hold tight." He said, putting her hands to his shoulders and bending his legs carefully so she could get up.