Michaela: Uh, Captain. Michaela Stone.
Amuta: Stone. Right, the detective. Not anymore, but it looks like you're still flying.
Amuta: Private jets now. Boss brags he's got an 828 pilot and puts up with the fact that I have to get rubber-stamped here every time I touch down in New York.
Michaela: Look, I know you saw what I saw. The lightning. We're sharing a Calling.
Amuta: I'm due at Teterboro. I have a plane to fly.
Michaela: This isn't something that we can just turn our backs on.
Amuta: I'm sorry. I don't have time for this.
Michaela: Amuta, please! Amuta! Come on. No...