Sometimes ⌠well, it was always a pretty difficult task to get Thera to give up, to actually drop something as a write off and let it go. She could blame her long history of time on the battlefield for that, where giving up often meant she or somebody else was going to die. Or, alternatively, she could own up to the fact that she was plain old obstinate.
Countering it this time around was her mechanical knowledge (in general - some specifics of the jet itself were beyond her), plus the hour and the smell of burning circuitry that lingered in Kurtâs hair âŚÂ yeah, maybe it was time to let this one rest. Even if she still thought calling for help was a valid idea.
âIâm not sure weâve got any other option âŚâ She heard herself even as she said it, and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Way to make it sound like youâre forcing yourself there, girl. As in, the circumstances were, but overnight on the jet was hardly the most terrible thing. And hanging around overnight with Kurt âŚÂ that gave her pause, though not in a âdidnât want to do itâ sort of way.
It was far more of an âare we on the same page?â - not to mention wondering what that page might actually be. She studied him for a second or two, thoughtfully, then chuckled and pushed up out of her seat. âIâm game if you are. What sort of bits and pieces are we talking, here?â
 On Kurtâs end, his mind was on so many pages with so many overlaid thoughts now that there was a vague course of action that he could very contentedly been encouraged in any direction. Flashing a fangy grin of enthusiasm when Thera relented, he sprang from his own seat and back down the jet.
âWell letâs have a good look â Iâm hoping those dear friends of mine havenât stopped being their usual selves and sneaking things aboard.â Making his way to the lockers at the back of the craft, the teleporter began poking through for all of the not-so-hidden stashes and long-haul entertainment. He could always pay his companions back, though with the Blackbirdâs poor record of survival few kept anything of actual value aboard.
The mutantâs tail wagged like a dog searching for their favourite ball and it wasnât long until he began talking once again. âHah!â he crowed in triumph, âhere we go. Weâve got some beer, of course.. quite a lot..A couple of books, a little..games thing. Uh. It is old and makes me feel old, I have no idea what it is..â He hopped back a little to start putting everything in better reach. âPack of cards though nobody uses them; couple of blankets. No pillow, but thereâs those neck-pillow things and we can improvise. With a little persuasion the radio could be working.â He stooped to open the lid of one of the seats and gestured to the contents. âSnacks a-plenty. It might not be a thrilling night for you, but weâre only missing a movie and some pyjamas to make a proper sleepover.â He paused for a beat. âI would assume.â
Perhaps now was not the best time to think too hard on that. Anyway, it was hardly as though they were stuck for some indeterminable stretch of time. In the wee hours he could dismantle useless equipment for salvaged materials and as soon as it was light they could complete repairs. All he had to do was keep from getting bored and fidgety in a small space: fortunately Thera was far from dull. âWhat do you say? Quiet night in?â