That's precisely when Kara shifts her arm to do the same, her grip ironclad about his shoulders. When she'd said he won't be falling; maybe he'll start to believe it.

A little smirk plays at the corners of her mouth. "Just don't try to direct me. Nobody likes a backseat flyer!" She's still laughing as she takes off.

The air rushes at them, cold and brisk, and she keeps her eyes ahead to look where she wants to go. Responsible, right? Kara also travels under her usual speed for now, until he gets used to the feeling of being up in the air without a ship.

"Liking it so far?"

Just because she's not looking at him doesn't mean she can't tease him a little.