The small yellow wings on Kirk's back flapped gently, as if just listening to the other made him want to leap from the building and soar. They stretched, the pinions flaring, the captain turning his head to Caine. He leaned to the side, knocking their shoulders together in a light tap, kicking at his boots with his shoe.

"In case you haven't noticed, we're pretty high up right now," he pointed out, trying to lighten the mood, looking down where the city glowed below them, people and vehicles flowing like a relentless line of marching ants.