" You - are -a Godsend!" [i] her flight suit only pulled on to the waist,the sleeves are tied round her waist. Her vest top hands and arms smudged with engine grease. As she finally gets to her feet draining the last of her flask of scotch she then opens, the bottle from Lance and takes a drink,followed by a look of relief. [/i] " so what brings you down to the hanger or was staying away just too hard?"