The air around her went hot enough that the lobby's plastic ficus curled a leaf. Belle took a photo of the ficus. Misato told everyone to get on the shuttle before the building caught fire, and Jordan said he'd prefer the fire because at least it wouldn't be wet.
The shuttle ride took eleven minutes along a coast road hugging the cliffs, and by the end of it Javier had shown Blair three separate diagrams of Scenario Nineteen and Blair had corrected two of them. He didn't argue. He fixed them in pen and thanked her, and she looked at him like nobody had ever thanked her for anything, and then she looked out the window and pretended it hadn't happened.
The gate hung over a cove near Point Lobos, fifteen meters out from the rocks where the tide pools gave way to open water.
