“Leonore,” Starling said, moving her hand to the pilot’s shoulder. “I know you can do this. I know you can save them.” Leonore banked again, unable to get in. “I’ve seen you running simulations when we’re in dock,” Starling murmured. “I’ve seen you take this hunk of metal and make it soar. I know what it is to fly, my friend. From one winged soul to another, I promise you this: you are a maestro.”
