"Yeah," Glory replied, keeping her voice low. Absently, she checked the battery power on her iPod and then put it away, deciding to save it for when she needed a movie mid-flight.

Léan seemed comfortable where he was. Though he was restraining his tail, slight movement could be felt from inside the suitcase. He was excited, so he couldn't really control his poor tail.

Glory made herself comfortable in her seat, waiting for everyone to board and let the flight take off. She enjoyed flying, it was the wait that she didn't like.

Viktor boarded after a few more minutes, rejoined with his precious Curry. As soon as they stepped onto the jet, nearly everyone else seemed to follow, and the once-empty jet quickly became crowded near the front. People sat on peoples' laps...some even laid themselves out on peoples' laps. It seemed like everyone wanted to be close to Viktor and Curry, who were sitting in the frontmost seats.

Selena entered a little while after the main crowd, along with a few stragglers. She walked around, avoiding the crowded, rowdy front of the jet, looking for a seat.

Glory contemplated asking Selena to sit next to her, but decided against it. Selena and Léan in close proximity was just begging for bad juju.

Selena passed by her, then paused, letting a few people by. She looked nervous, but willing to sit with her. She leaned in a bit towards Glory and mouthed, '...I'm comfortable sitting near him, but...I won't do so if he isn't comfortable with it.'

Glory raised an eyebrow. That was interesting. Leaning back, Glory tapped the suitcase softly.

"Is it alright with you if Selena sits near us?" she asked softly.

As Selena had suspected, Léan didn't seem so keen on the idea, for all slight vibrations and movements from inside the suitcase came to a grinding halt. There was silence for a moment. Then, he mumbled a quiet "Yes, I don't mind," so that only she could hear him.

"Are you sure?" Glory asked quietly. "It's up to you."

Léan repeated himself, slower this time and more sure of himself. But, he said it just as quietly, so only she could hear him. After all, he couldn't be afraid of Selena for all his life...

"Alright," Glory said. Turning to Selena, she nodded.

A bit surprised, Selena sat down in the seat across from Glory, slowly. She didn't seem uncomfortable with the suitcase there, but for now, due to both herself and Léan feeling a tad uncomfortable, she paid it no mind.

"Did they say when we're supposed to take off?" Glory asked, trying to break the tension. "I imagine the flight is going to be long..."

"Five more minutes. Everyone's on the jet, now," Selena replied, relieved to have the silence broken. "I'm shocked the pilot's going to take off with everyone in such disarray..."

"Guy's probably used to it by now," Glory retorted, grinning. "Besides, takeoff will probably be the worst part."

Selena chuckled. "Somebody fell to the back of the plane last year because he wasn't strapped in and sustained a large bruise on his side, but nothing more. Lucky. He could have broken bones, or died."

"Well, it could have been worse," Glory reasoned. "Besides, we should know by now to strap in for takeoff."

"...Should know--that's the key." Selena glanced at a few of the people in the front of the plane--the ones that were on others' laps and even between the seats where they weren't supposed to be.

"I think they call that natural selection," Glory joked, watching them. "Obviously, they are not the fittest."

"I'd call that drunk," Selena corrected, amused. "Very drunk. I can't believe they're drunk and we're not even there yet." She eyed Viktor and Curry warily, checking to see if they looked sober, which they did.

"Nah, I prefer natural selection," Glory said. The plane's engines started, and the plane jumped forward a bit. "Ah, here we go..."

The suitcase flailed a bit. Obviously, Léan hadn't been expecting that. But, the movement wasn't too noticeable. He kept his eyes glued on the window.

Selena barely felt the jet lurching forward, but she did notice the movement of the suitcase. She didn't say anything and instead began digging in the small bag she had on her lap, for something to do.

"Not quite as impressive as your last flail," Glory teased softly, having seen the suitcase move. That's when she felt the plane actually take off and she watched for his reaction.

Léan huffed softly, indignantly. He would have panicked at the feel of the plane taking off, but his eyes were fixed on the window, and the slowly shrinking land below. He was surprisingly still, though with the small amount of turbulence the jet was having, he was flailing every once in a while.

Selena seemed amused, but once again, she didn't comment. She slipped a book out of her bag and flipped through it, attempting to find her page.

Rolling her eyes a little at him, she turned back around and dug into her bag for her own book. It wouldn't keep her amused for long, but that was what staring out the window was for. It was soothing watching the clouds go by.