When the time came for us to depart again, there was absolutely no fanfare. Contrary to how it happened when we first left with the buggy, people were simply too busy to bother seeing us off.
Even Makary, after making sure I knew what I was doing behind the steering sticks of the Maglev, only stuck around for long enough to confirm we successfully lifted off before rushing back to the hundreds if not thousands of tasks he had to complete in the camp.
And in all honesty, I preferred things to be that way. Especially when taking into account just how insanely draining it was for me to steer this vehicle, despite how easy it would be for me to flip one switch and let the onboard autopilot do all of the work for me.
"Here we go," I muttered to myself once the full process of diagnostics went through without flagging any, even the most remote problems.