"You don't wanna overdo the benzos. Maybe some of the angels will stick around, but it'll probably take them a while to be done with the cleanup. - you know what I can do, I can send little drones small enough to be taken for birds ahead of the ships, and they can get video of what's going on, and then the dogged cartographers et al can compile action items based on the recordings they take in plenty of time for the airships -" He does that.

"Good, good. I'm finding it terribly stressful, being responsible for helping save people. Not that I'm going to stop. But are there things I'm not thinking of... Ugh."

"You're being really helpful and I appreciate you and I'm thinking of things too. We have a lot of help on deck back where I came from, and we can summon more when we have plans for them, and everything's gonna be fine."

"-Alright. Yes. I think I need a break. Can you provide, oh, the future's motion pictures must be wonderful."

"Sure, you want a Frankenstein or something else, I don't know much about your cinematic taste."

"Neither do I! Hmm... Something hopeful? With fantastical technology?"

He will set her up with a space-colonization-cum-romance called Proxima.

The couch and popcorn and Coke is all nice too.

She loves it. She's silent for most of the film, and gasps at touching moments. The idea of going to another star-

She might babble excitedly about the movie some.

Awww. He can check missives and screens and also engage with movie opinions.

Eventually she will get back to checking screens and trying to plan things out.

It's been almost ten hours since the first angel was summoned, and the waves of airships flying out are starting to reach Central America, the Carribean, and the eastern coast of South America. One will reach Florida in another two hours.

"...The airships are slower than I realized, and the world larger. I wonder if maybe we should take a spaceship around the world and have you make more airships as we go. Not enough to overwhelm our monitoring. But just to reach some of these places and offer hope."

"That's not a bad idea if the angels don't mind asking for dismissals by conjured letter instead of by knocking, and if I pay them now before we go." He heads for the door to do that.

"And maybe we can turn some over to governments!" She says as he goes out the door.

"Some what?"

"Some airships! And trucks and such. And radios? Let other people do some of the work."

"The airships just look like that model, I don't know that anyone here would be able to pilot them even if I turned over control."

She shrugs. "The old versions, then? Getting other people to take on some of the work can only be a good thing, but I'll let you go talk to the angels now."

Cam lets himself out, pays the angels, tells them they're going to fly elsewhere and can write for dismissals. Comes back and pilots the shuttle into the sky.

She's less overawed and anxious this time. Or maybe it's just that she has work to do.

"I think creating large 'emergency stockpiles' somewhere slightly out of the way and pointing communities at them would be a good way to support the larger towns and cities, as most airships have a useful cargo capacity of something like twenty to fifty tons, and continually unloading them for hours would be suspicious."

"That's not a bad idea, though I'm sure someone knows what's in any given slightly out of the way place."

"When they compare notes they'll notice something's up with the sudden surge of supplies anyway, I think the goal with secrecy is mostly not to panic people about it?"

"Yeah. We can get some apsels back home to design us appropriate caches in suitably accessible places." He writes.

Nodnod. "-Apsels?"

"It's a word in one of our languages for 'demon'. If that helps not be distracted by our demonishness."

"I'm over it. Well, mostly. If you have another word for 'Hell' that will probably be enough for most everyone else."

"'Void'? It's empty except for what we put there."