"Why thank you Gwendolyn," Marco grinned, nodding at Terra, "Yes you do. Of course in my world, there's only about 6 people who can fly at all, so it's very rare." He rested his arms on the back of his neck and turned to the other male of the group. "I can't speak for the other fine ladies, but I go flying regularly. Easier to keep an eye on everything. And it's a nice loophole in the Disciplinary Committee rules. There's nothing about air being forbidden so I never have to tell someone to get back where they belong." But mostly, it was just familiar for him, the idea of looking out over his crew. And the Garden for all intents and purposes was starting to become much like that while Marco was here.