Vianna followed the boy's lead down the hall and then down the set of old, wooden stairs, waving at the old man at the front desk who gave them a small smile and waved back. He was still a bit puzzled about the strange group he had seen earlier but made nothing of it. The young girl paused once they were outside, taking in the fresh air before turning to the boy beside her. "Who's flying tonight?" she asked him with a smile.