She set it aside.

Not away, because it would not go away, but aside, where it could not get its hands on the controls.

That was a skill too, maybe the hardest one the service had ever taught her, and she had not known until this moment whether she still had it.

She did.

She breathed, and she watched the storm come up to meet them, and she began, quietly, to plan the landing.

This was the discipline the service had drilled into her past the point of conscious thought, the one that civilians found hardest to believe was teachable: you do not plan toward the crash.