[If you could see Dezel's eyes, they would be surprised at the chipper resonance of the stranger's voice.]

You think about finding out where they're gathering at their lowest points?

[he shrugs.]

As far as I can tell, the winds converge south of here.

[He points down the street.]

Or you could just find a way to fly straight up and hijack one in mid-flight.

[Because that's an option for everyone.]