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The Kodiak is sitting where it's been sitting since Steve's arrival. He's been back a few times, but other than to work on it, he hasn't had any reason to swing by. He has no personal effects in it, and nothing indicates that anyone from home will show up in or near it. So he's done his best to work on it, but for the most part, it's an already sore memory.

He's here now, tinkering with the engine. It's chilly out; he's got a hoodie on, but under that he's wearing his work fatigues. It doesn't seem right to wear civilian clothes while working on non-civilian aircraft. He sighs in frustration as he smacks at the hull.

"Come on, Baby!" he growls. "Please, please, please just come on back for me."