Forget the subway; there's nothing quite like crossing the city in the arms of your winged, part-dog, sort-of-boyfriend.

"You can let go of me, now, I'm fine."

She's laughing as she says it, though, legs swinging back and forth in the air, and even the worried line of his mouth has softened to something a little fonder.

So, okay, she clipped the side of a skyscraper in her excitement, and maybe it switched off one of her boots, and maybe she spiraled a little bit, but she was fine. How's she ever going to learn how to handle it in a tight spot if she's not allowed to flounder a little?

But it's nice being held, and in a way, nice to be fussed over, too.

"Okay," she says, "okay, okay, really; I've got this." She kicks her feet a little, with both gravboots engaged. "See? Handled."

Caine huffs softly, and it's probably meant to be an annoyed sound, but his eyes start to squint a little with a smile, and she knows she's got him.

So he lets go – right as they approach a skyscraper's edge. There isn't any particular building they seem to favor over the other, but this general area has become, unofficially, theirs.

The view is beautiful at night.

Just because she can, she executes a few spins before plunking down on the edge.

"Are you nervous?"

And now they're not talking about hoverboots anymore.

"—a little."

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear in lieu of meeting his eyes and, well, it is windy enough to need it. He places a hand on her arm – gentle, so gentle – to draw her attention anyway.

"You shouldn't be. If anyone can handle it, you can." He offers a smile, tentative but trusting, and nudges her arm lightly with his own.

"Tracking down the right notices to file isn't my idea of a courageous stand," she says, but she leans into the motion anyway.

"You've faced him on his terms; now you're seeing him on yours," he says, but there's an edge of something like worry in his voice, and Jupiter is reminded of what Captain Tsing said, back on Orous. Bureaucracy seems the greater of the evils she faces, now.

Despite all her efforts, despite what she's been through, besides all the proof, there's the possibility that Titus will end up none the worse for wear.

But… she meant what she'd said. Everything since the clinic is new and startling, but with Caine here, she feels she can take on just about anything. She has taken on more than she ever though she would, already.

"You're sure you're alright going alone?"

A nod. The instructions had been very specific about the sort of 'entourage' she was permitted to bring, and though she might hold him in high regards, space bureaucrats apparently don't see it that way. Knowing he'll be there after is enough for her.

"Right," she says. "All I've gotta do is out-maneuver the third heir to millennia-old dynasty in court. Easy."