Ali skittered her way through the Quinjet, rubbing up against the legs of every human on board, collecting smiles and caresses from all.
Her human smelled sad, so she jumped up onto his lap, meowing plaintively until he took her into his arms, giving her hugs and lovely scritches.
When he started to smell less sad, Ali gave his hand a fond little nip and jumped back down to the floor to continue her explorations.
Catly curiosity took her to the cockpit. She leapt into Natasha's lap, then onto her shoulder, peering ahead through the windshield.
Are we there yet?