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He watches, curious to see if he'll need to do something to help out.

She was good at this, and she'd done it before, though she looked grim even as she wheeled the Sopwith to a banked turn of a stop, she was lucky there hadn't been any flames, and she knew it.

She was cursing like a couple of dock workers once she'd finally cut the engine, just to get the frustration out of her system so she could make the necessary repair.

He dashes to the fallen plane, wanting to see what's happened, and if the pilot is alright. "Are you okay?" He calls out, slowing down as he nears the wreckage.

She'd managed to land just fine, that was the good thing with antique planes, even though they were made of frailer stuff than modern ones, they were sturdy and easy to maneuver, if you knew what you were doing.

She hoisted herself up over the side of the cockpit, the swearing cut short at the voice, managing a smile, pushing her goggles to the top of her head, "All in one piece. And any landing you can walk away from is a good landing, so they say."

"You sure?" He asks again, in awe of the landing he witnessed. "What even happened?" Barry is actually genuinely curious as to what had caused the plane to go down.

"Fuel line busted." She said, dropping to the ground beside the plane, "I'm pretty well lucky that there weren't any electrical shorts at the same time or that'd be all she wrote."

"Hm." He looks over the aircraft. Sure, The Flash is unfamiliar with aviation, but he can still appreciate an antique plane. "It's a nice plane." He says, with a smile, looking from the craft and up to her.

She smiled at that, "Thanks, she's my baby." She patted the side of the plane like one would do with a favorite pet, "And she's got me out of more trouble than she ever got me into."

She tugged her gloves off then before offering a hand, "Aja." The way she said it was some tongue-bending cross between 'Asia' and 'ah-HA'

"Flash." He says. Barry's in costume, after all, and it's not like he can change out of it now. "So, you're a pilot then? Or is this just a hobby?" He wonders aloud.

Oddly enough, he's not the strangest person she's ever met. She smiled at the question, "Little of both. I'm a pilot, but Bette here is my pet project. Took ages to get her off the ground."

"I'd imagine, it looks like an old one. Of course, you seem to have fixed it up nice, though. That's something to be proud of." He offers another smile.

"Sopwith Camel." She said, "World war one. They don't make 'em like this anymore, only a few of them still roaming free, so to speak."

"Whoa." He says. "And this is an original?" Barry really can't take his eyes off of the plane, now that he knows how old it is.

She nodded, climbing up again to haul her toolkit out of the rear seat, setting to work repairing the fuel line as she replied, "Yeah, people say there's only seven of them left. People are wrong, there's ten. This is one of the other three."