“Do— D’you know if we’re going the right direction?”

You were sitting in the passenger seat of an Agency plane, beside Jun’ichiro, who was flying it and staring at the map that Kunikida had sent him.

“… My hands feel frozen.”

You, as a first time flier on the passenger seat, seemed pretty tense, although you weren’t as rigid as Jun’ichiro was. There was times where he was pretty tense — and he was supposed to be flying the plane!