[She lets the conversation about planes die, for once her calm composure failing her. It doesn't take a seer to see she's hit a sore spot and instantly Aranea's mentally berating herself, even as she carefully reaches forward, taking one of Dirk's hands and gently squeezing it.]

I'm sorry, I didn't know. [And for once her words are also failing her] I suppose I should make sure to call Dav- [Bites her tongue before she can slip into the 'id'] Dave, just that, yes? I never meant to upset you and I suppose there is a lot of truth to me and my big mouth and never knowing when to properly stop.

I'm sorry.