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Her pulse hammered against my palm, a frantic, bird-like rhythm that seemed to echo in my own blood. She flinched at my touch, trying to pull away, panic overriding her pride. But I held firm. Not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to ground her. To anchor her. "Look at me," I said again, softer this time. I squeezed her hand, forcing her to feel the warmth. "The plane is designed to withstand aerodynamic stress levels that would tear a commercial airliner apart. This is a military hull, Ms. Forbes. It is armored. It is reinforced."