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But it's shiny. And I need to flip it.

[Snort.]

All right, then. Do me a favor and wait ten minutes?

[Because Austalia'll be running his ass off to escape the detonation.]

See, now it seems like you know more than me. I think I want to flip it now so that you can see what I see. It'll be fun. Right?

I don't need t'see. I made the damned thing. I know what it does.

All the more reason for you to see it from right there. Unless you can tell me otherwise, I'll hit it.

Well, all right. I reckon I'm tired o'livin' anyway. G'head. Flip it.

Seriously? Why do you have to be like that?

[ Her hand is poised on the light switch. She humors him by not flipping it, but doesn't drop her hand away. ]

Say please, Australia.

[Acid grin.]

Now, Brizzy.

[ Oh, that won't do. ]

Pretty please, Australia.

[ Hard to tell if she's telling or asking now. ]

She arched a brow at him, thumb still resting on the Sopwith's throttle, the propeller already spinning, she'd given it a kick just moments before, he was probably lucky she'd heard him over the noise of the engine, "Why?"

Don't tell me how to do my job.