They have been driving for a good fifteen to twenty minutes, or so it seemed to Ylsa, who, propped in the front seat of the hovercar with eyes securely covered, has been losing track of time and distance. She is extending her other senses, smelling the clean, salty air and hearing the sounds of an undeveloped location, and the sensory input is raising a smile on her features. To one side of her, as the wind tosses backward her golden blonde locks, she comments mildly, "This must be quite a surprise where you are taking me, ammadto, for me to be subjected to such secrecy. I hope my patience will be rewarded, hmm?"