She flies a Polikarpov Po-2, a small wooden biplane with a low ceiling.

She watches as her nemesis flies towards Tallon IV before giving chase in her gunship.

She often flies the Freedom Fighters to their destinations or rescues them.

She also flies using her broomstick.

She flies off two French Caudron C. 270 Luciole trainer aircraft which carry Free French officers ashore to request that Vichy French forces there join de Gaulle on the Allied side, but the Vichy French refuse.

She flies a de Havilland DH. 60 and makes the trip in 14 days 22 hours.

She flies a Lockheed Vega.

She flies a de Havilland Puss Moth.

She flies on to New York City the next day.

She carries a pair of binoculars which she uses to spy on things, and is fascinated with the blimp that flies over the city each day.

She flies airshows across North America in a variety of airplanes including the Extra, T-6, P-51 Mustang and others.

She previously owned a Beechcraft Baron and Cirrus, and currently flies a V-Tailed Beechcraft K-35 with her two dogs and parrot.

She flies into an uncontrollable rage, beating up all comers ( even taking out five sailors as they march in to fight her ) and ultimately trashes the bar.

She flies to Wayne Manor to see BJ, who is unhappy with his situation.

She ends up getting an unlikely ally in the Hobgoblin who then flies her to see the Kingpin.

She flies to Turkey and sees Magda, but she is unable to make personal contact before Magda flees.

She kills Arpeggio, names herself Clock-La, and flies off.

She flies through the windshield and remains unconscious when she gives birth to her daughter whom her family names Ruth ( after her sister ) and Anne ( after herself ).

She realizes that the fighters are trying to kill Drogon, and she climbs onto him and flies away.

She signs into a Harrogate hotel under the name of a relative of Archie ’ s lover and, as the country flies into a frenzy of rumour regarding her disappearance, secretly plans a dark revenge against him that can only be averted by Wally Stanton ( Hoffman ), an ambitious American journalist who falls in love with her.

She secretly flies to Ireland for 24 hours, telling her best friend only that she has to find out something that's of terrible importance.

She then flies close to the head of her host species and while hovering ejects her larvae into its nostrils.

She rattles like a dying breath and travels in a swarm of flies.

She flies an Airbus A300 to Buenos Aires with a fuel stop in Brazil.

She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.

She glanced around the clearing, taking in the wagon and the load of supplies and trappings scattered over the ground, the two kids, the whiteface bull that was chewing its cud just within the far reaches of the firelight.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

She looked around.

She had been snared here by a vile sensuality that writhed around her throat in ever-tightening circles.

She was still hugging the stained coat around her, so I said, `` Relax, let me take your things.

She jerked the coat back on and squeezed it around her again, but not soon enough.

She munched little ginger cakes called mulatto's belly and kept her green, somewhat hypnotic eyes fixed on a light-colored male who was prancing wildly with a 5-foot king snake wrapped around his bronze neck.

She reached and reached around the dress, but there was nothing there.

She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.

She stood clutching her shawl around her shoulders until he had swung the car onto the road.

She turned and put her arms around his neck.

She was then trained on the trot until December 29, hitched to a breaking cart once around the half-mile track and hoppled again.

She said to the saleslady, `` I want a dress to put on around the house ''.

She laughed a little and tossed the dregs rakishly around in her glass.

She wanted to go around the world, but she settled for a French holiday.

She picked her own Middle-Eastern friends from the flock of ardent Egyptians that buzzed around her.

She dashes around in alarm.

She wanted to hang around while I was eating.

She was the sun, he the closest planet orbiting around her, the rest of the world existing and visible yet removed.

She cut the engines and slowly the cruiser swung around on the end of its lines until its bow was pointing into the wind and the cockpit faced toward the shore.

She swung around.

She looked around, self-consciously.

She said, `` Sometimes I think they are keeping religion for us while we play around.

She let him lead her around.