Before Julian could process the thought or say a word, a junior first officer emerged from the flight deck door, holding a clipboard and looking for the incoming crew details. The young officer spotted Leo standing in the aisle with his duffel bag and immediately straightened up, speaking with clear professional respect.
“Captain Marsh! Good morning, sir. Excellent flying weather out there today. Is there anything you might need from ground ops before we hand the aircraft over for maintenance?” Julian stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw dropped slightly as the officer’s words echoed in the quiet cabin: Captain Marsh.