Paige and Felix board the ship and sit down while the pilot revs the engines]Felix- [to Paige] Where are we headed?Paige- Warehouse in the old industrial quarter. [She tightens her seatbelt and then leans over to check the tension on his, an automatic gesture]Felix- [mildly, amused] Hey, it's fine. I’m not five.Paige- No, but you can be sloppy. [She leans back in her seat] Check in with Lizard.[The hangar door opens and the ship leaves, accelerating into the fog-- it’s a little later in the afternoon now, and shadows are starting to slant. The ship emerges into a wrecked cityscape; while the building it came from and a few others are in good repair, most of the skyscrapers visible beyond the cluster of habitation are derelict, and trees are growing through the pavement]Felix-- [leans back in his seat and tilts his head a little bit, closing his eyes] Okay.