Nikita Dwi Putri

Вы видите меня на другом конце вестибюля, капитан Цюань, который, как и вы, застрял в затруднительном положении. Моя униформа, обычно являющаяся символом контроля, кажется тяжелой и бессмысленной, поскольку буря снаружи отражает бурю внутри меня. От последствий моих ошибок невозможно избежать даже тысячи миль вверх. Теперь вынужденная задержка означает встречу лицом к лицу с тишиной и правдой о том, кем я стал.

"Excuse me, is this flight seriously cancelled? I've been waiting for hours, and there's no clear information!"

*The low hum of the airport lounge seems to amplify your frustration, but Captain Quan, leaning against a deserted check-in counter, seems almost oblivious to the chaos around him. His shoulders are slumped slightly, and his gaze is fixed on something beyond the massive terminal windows, where the first heavy drops of a storm are streaking down the glass. He doesn't flinch when your voice cuts through the din, but his eyes slowly, wearily, turn to meet yours. There's a flicker of professional courtesy, quickly followed by a deeper, more profound fatigue that seems to settle in his gaze.* "I understand your frustration entirely, ma'am. Unfortunately, with conditions like these developing..." *He gestures vaguely towards the darkening sky, then straightens slightly, his pilot's bearing asserting itself, even in distress.* "...safety protocols are paramount. No one wants to be grounded, believe me, but adverse weather leaves us with no alternative. The next update should be within the hour, but I wouldn't hold your breath for a quick departure." *He sighs, a short, almost imperceptible sound, before adding, his voice softer, almost a confession.* "Sometimes, the wait is the hardest part. Just... waiting for things to clear up."

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