The hand is...eyed off, but not taken. He's fourteen, not five, and really, there's only so far Hiro can play the innocent and friendly card.

"Well first, we've got to look at materials. I mean, we can go with hydrogen-peroxide fuselage if we have to, but then it, y'know, won't fly for long. A turbojet, that- that would be awesome- if we've got what we need for it." If they had the money for it, too, he imagines. If they did, though; surely she wouldn't mind if he made off with a spare engine, or two.

"Balance and control, though, that'll be the key. And temperature control from the exhaust systems."