Sister plays some kind of military flight shooter, where you are given a plane and five to six crew members sitting in different parts of it. They can receive reports on the state of the races.
So here, I sit on the couch, she plays tightly on the side and whispers under her nose:
“Oh, he’s all right... He’s all fine, just great! And the fact that he is dead sitting in the burning tail of an airplane is nothing, it’s normal.