"Jonathan!" Poul called as he approached Jonathan who was talking to a familiar figure. "Oh, I see that you are talking to Mr. Morgan here."
"Good day, Mr. Nielsen," Morgan greeted him formally with a nod of his head. "When is the demonstration going to start? Sitting here for almost an hour is bad for my back."
"We'll start in ten minutes, Mr. Morgan," Poul adopted a formal tone as he replied. "Just sit there and relax, and have yourself some refreshments. What do you want? We are serving orange juice? No liquid courage."
"What? There's no liquid courage?" Morgan feigned disappointment. "Okay, I'll take the juice."
Poul beckoned the staff over and ordered a glass of orange juice for Mr. Morgan. As the staff scurried off to fulfill the request, Poul turned his attention back to Jonathan.
"Jonathan, I'm going to join our pilots now. Can you handle it from here?"
