8.2 Confrontation

After quickly dressing, you run over to where the man is now collecting discarded parts. Still panting lightly, you spend a moment taking in several deep breaths before speaking.

"You can forget about my help." You state angrily, still struggling to calm your breath. "Give me things and I'll be on my way."

Boyd pauses for a moment before letting out a cold laugh.

"You're not going anywhere." He replies while straightening up and stepping towards you. "As annoying as I might find you, it seems you may have some worth after all."

Your blush deepens when you realize you're not sure if he's referring to your mechanical knowledge or the previous unwanted tryst. Taking a step back, you tilt your chin up and glare at him hotly.

"You can't stop me." You declare definitely while trying to maintain your hard stare.

"I don't need to." Boyd says somewhat smugly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're free to leave but your belongings stay here."

Your expression wavers slightly as you're flooded by more anger. Without any equipment your chances of survival are virtually non-existent. Fuming, you reflexively storm up to the large man.

"You're nothing but a coward and liar." You exclaim, slamming your palms against his broad chest. "You clearly have no experience with planes."

Boyd is unmoved by your **** physically, however, anger quickly spreads over his cold face.

"What are you talking about?" He demands, grabbing onto your wrists and pulling your hands away.

You let out a bitter scoff before gesturing your head toward the parts scraped from the other plane.

"You're trying to repair a single piston engine with parts from a turbo twin-engine for starters." You explain while shaking your head. "Sure, some of the parts can be used, but certainly none of these."

Boyd's expression hardens as he seems to consider your accusation.

"This is why you can't leave." He finally admits clearly begrudgingly and allows you to pull your hands from his grasp.

Suppressing the urge to smirk, you fold your arms over your chest, mirroring his previous stance.

"In that case," You state, keeping your tone stern and even. "I expect to be treated with some respect."

You see Boyd shift somewhat irately and quickly continue before he can speak.

"I'm well aware you can try to **** me into cooperation." Your voice remains firm and your back straightens slightly. "However, it would be far easier for both of us to work together amicably."

Boyd pauses again while mulling over your proposition. Finally, he lets out an audible sigh and absentmindedly brushes back some loose locks of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes.

"You may have a point." He concedes, still sounding marginally unconvinced.

"The compressors on that turbine can be repurposed." You offer in a bid to show good faith.

Boyd glances over at the large part and nods slowly. Looking around, you spot an appropriately sized wrench and quickly hand it to him. Despite your ****, you hope being more cooperative will encourage a less hostile acquaintanceship.