It's an odd sensation; she's not particularly used to being carried, or flown around, really. She's been in airships a few times, but she's always traveled by foot or by Imperial envoy for the most part. So having these two things combined is a strange sensation, especially once they are actually off the ground.

She's going to have to ask him where he keeps those wings of his. Later, perhaps. When they get home.

"Yes, thank you, dear Crowley," she replies, grip tightening onto her trident. She's hoping that they're not going to run into too much trouble; she's more concerned about what may be lingering at and around the light house, after all. But those green eyed spirits are no joke, and she's not sure just how high they can go. "Here we go."