Ana's acceptance of Grey's proposal is interrupted by Grey naming the model of his helicopter. NOT KIDDING. Read for yourselves:
“Oh, Ana,” he breathes against my lips, and it’s an exultation that leaves me reeling.
He loves me, of that I have no doubt, and I savor the taste of this delicious man, this man I thought I might never see again. His joy is evident—his eyes shining, his youthful smile—
and his relief is almost palpable.
“I thought I’d lost you,” I murmur, still dazzled and breathless from his kiss.
“Baby, it will take more than a malfunctioning 135 to keep me away from you.”
“Charlie Tango. She’s a Eurocopter 135, the safest in its class.”