Wind? Pah. But Tidus will take Faux's recommendation as the guy who knows what he's doing with this jet, legs coming to rest in their proper tucked position than his own idea of how to sit. It'll be a good thing too, if Tidus sees those ribbons come out once they're moving; or, so he'll think.

For the time being, he calls a "Holding tight!" in response to the warning of lift-off, gripping on as best he can, not knowing what to expect before he's doused by air. So it feels, when they shoot straight up, a rush that's unusual from the way he usually experiences it. It rattles Tidus's senses inside his head, has his nerves tingling with the change in atmosphere, the sudden lift in height.

Should he be scared? Because oh, when he actually gets a chance to soak in what's happening, the decreased speed, his body adjusting to everything, there's a definite "Wooooooo!" that he has to fight against the wind to let out, but that needs to come out.

hello this is the best ride ever, sorry gibbs, you know you're enjoying it too (in tidus's heart).