"Gushing is good," she told him, patting his leg and giving him a broad grin and a wink. She pressed the button on the controls and started speaking to air traffic control, requesting clearance and a vector over the built up areas.

While awaiting the instructions she started up, a high pitched whine and rapid clicking sounding as eyes were scanning the flight deck then the instruments. Once the rotor was settled into the steady thumping beat she shifted her scanning to the surrounding sky.