He also kept a weather eye out for land, mostly because he understood that any airstrip might not be particularly friendly towards them once it was clear that they had escaped. So far, there was radio silence, and he knew that they would eventually have to find coordinates in order to avoid an actual airport. That was just going to turn out poorly for all involved in it.

The trip was made more difficult because of the darkness and the unfavourable weather. It was unclear that they were going to find land quickly. Hell, he hadn't been conscious enough to estimate the time that it took to bring him to the facility in the first place, but Steve seemed determined to get them out of there and never look back.

"A freezer is a great hiding spot for me, I've been assured," he said, one corner of his lip rising. Gallows humor mostly.

He dropped his hand away to play with the radio frequencies, to see if they could find some radio noise in order to allow them to pinpoint where they were and how close to land they may be. There was mostly silence, but he continued to cycle through the frequencies in search. Steve had the job of flying, he had the job of navigating. Somehow it felt a bit like old times.