“Sure. My name’s Valerie, by the way.”

“I’m going to call my boss, all right?”

“Why? Did you do something wrong?”

“What? No, it’s not for me. It’s for you.”

Valkyrie’s face fell. “What did I do?”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“But the plane landed here.”

“I mean, you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be standing here. You should be further on.”

“Oh,” she said, and laughed. “Sorry. God, I’m so dumb.”

“We’ll get it sorted out, don’t worry.” His radio clicked and he spoke into it. “Anthony, it’s Sean. I’m down here with – hey.” Valkyrie walked by him and he caught up with her. “Where are you going?”

She blinked at him. “You said I shouldn’t be here.”

“Yeah, but—”

“I’m just going to where I should be.”

“Just hold on a second.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No, you’re not, but—”

“Are you going to arrest me?”

“Arrest you? No.”

“I just got lost. I got off the plane and there were so many people. Please don’t arrest me.”

“Listen to me. I’m not going to arrest you, OK? I’m not a cop.”

“Are you sure?”

“Am I sure I’m not a cop? Yes, I’m sure.”

“You might be undercover.”

“I still think I’d know if I were a cop, though. I work for the airline. I’m not a Guard. I just work here.”

“OK,” she said, and breathed out. “Sorry. I panic sometimes.”

“It’s fine. Were you travelling alone?”

“No, there were other people on the plane.”

“I mean, are you travelling with someone? A friend or family member?”

“Oh. No. Just me. Where do I collect my bag?”

“At the Luggage Section. Do you know where that is?”

“Is it up those stairs?”

“It is. First you come to Passport Control, then you pick up your luggage, and then you exit Customs.”

Valkyrie smiled. “Thank you. You’ve been really helpful.”

He nodded. “Sure. Just… try not to get delayed again, OK?”

“I’ll do my best!” she laughed, and skipped up the stairs.