Killua wasn't much for pretending, unless it was for the sake of humor, or trying to be something he wasn't. Anyone that asked him would be told straight out that more often then not his fighting was cowardly, that he could be quite deceiving, and that despite all his show he had no interest in the female gender.

But he was never ever going to admit that he did NOT like hights. Because that wasn't true, he had no problem with high places. He just had a problem with the whole 'nothing to catch you when you fall' concept. Of course, no amount of self talk would have stopped the Fuchsmon from positively shrieking and clinging to Lynne as she flew them out. Flying + Fuchsmon = Not a picture of masculine strength and pride.

Killua didn't really even hear Lynne's chastisement, too busy scrambling away from the 'flying demon' as soon as he was back to good old mother earth. "NEVER dot that again!" he cried at her before forcing himself to take a steadying breath to calm very jittery nerves. Like Lynne Killua too knew that there was little turning back now, and as it couldn't be stated enough, he just wasn't the full out brawl/fighting type.

After having calmed himself down sufficiently, which only took a few seconds since staying high strung was just too difficult in his already wearied state, he gestured in the general direction of the stairway cut into the canyon wall that separated the university and it's river flood plain from the rest of the digital world. "We go up, move for five hours, rest for three. After that we'll go on a 7-2 rotation. I need that three hour rest or I'll never make it." Killua sighed, before setting off at a fast jog. If Lynne chose to fly it would be easy for her to keep up.

But for now Killua had had more then enough of flying.

((ooc: We can RP here until they run out of stuff to talk about, but we won't RP their actual trip. Not much to be said about it anyway.))