- Now what? - he spoke after another moment of silence. - You're going to sleep or not?

- Not yet.

- Then when?

- I don't know. I just don't feel sleepy.

Molly sat up and sighed. But then she felt sick and with a groan she laid back, pressing a hand to her forehead. Jordan turned to his side, watching her carefully.

- A headache, huh?

- Yea, quite big. - she smiled weakly - But that's natural. When for the first time I had got a hangover I was so wild that one of the teacher at my boarding school thought I was about to have a period. - she chuckled under her memory - Then she began to talk to me about those things. How awkward it was, you have no idea.

- No, I don't. - he nodded, wondering how old she was then. He thought about his previous experiences with alcohol. Obviously, he didn't have much of them. - We have a pillow talk then, don't we?

Her laugh was short, blank. Visibly it disturbed her. She took her pillow and pressed to her face. The boy thought that she didn't want to talk then, so he laid on his back again, sighing.

- Why aren't you talking? - she asked with a pillow on her head.

- Huh? Oh, I thought that... Well, you have a headache, so...

- Drop it, gunner-boy. Look, I have a pillow and I talk, so isn't it a pillow talk?

She looked at him, searching for a reaction and immediately bursted with laughter, when she saw his dull expression. One eyebrow lifted and mouth half-opened. She hid her face back into soft material. Only a moment after, Jordan laughed along, taking his pillow.

- So, what topic we take for this time? - he asked.

- I told you about an incident from my past, now your turn.

He mused, still breathing into pillow. He had some stories that he could tell, but did he really wanted to spare with them... Oh, let's take it lightly.

- About what you want to hear? - he was still hesitating.

- The colour of your underwear! - she joked. - Tell me why'd ya dyed your hair.

- Hey, we are like poets, isn't it my dear? - they both laughed again. Molly poked Jordan's arm. - Okay, okay... Hm. I think it was two years ago... My first classes of gunnery. Y'know, such young cadet in academy who can finally touch a real pieces of explosives, I was so excited. After few lessons we'd taken, we were allowed to operate real artillery. - he was talking as if it was the best memory of his life. He had a faraway look and his lips' corners were lifted slightly. Molly was observing him, curious. Actually she didn't know, what this story had in common to his hair, but she waited. - I sat in those sim turrets for ack-ack, you know, anti-aircraft. There were used different type of gunpowder, not the typical. It had I think sulfuric things, or ammoniac. I took for granted superior's warnings and I fired with full power, but then the systems'd been hit by surge of heating and there was a small explosion. - Molly gasped, but Jordan only chuckled. After all this time it wasn't that serious as it had seemed back then. - Easy! I just received a hit of powder's vapors and small burns on my sides. Not a big deal.

- You're always overdoing shooting, aren't ya? - the gunner chuckled again, turning his head to Molly.

- Well, I think I am! That's my natural charm. - he proudly rubbed his chest, grinning. The girl just rolled her eyes. - Ekhem, anyway, the powder coloured half of my head and I thought I looked good. Besides, it wasn't wearing off and I didn't want to shave my head so I'd decided to mask it, and that's the whole story.

Without noticing, Molly reached and brushed Jordan's bleached side of hair, slightly curling with her fingers his short locks. A moment of silence happened in which the boy couldn't help but blush, looking into Molly face, inaudibly asking: "What are you..?'. Generally, his expression was confused.

It was just a few seconds. Then, as if excusing herself, the pilot giggled, taking her arm away, and yawned badly, leaning back.

- I like it.