Grace slips her headset into place, checks all her belts and buckles, and turns her head toward Trudy. Her eyes are obscured by a pair of dark shades, but beyond that mic her slow spreading smile can be seen clear as day.
"Good."
She looks forward, eyes landing on a picture of a Pandora sunset set among the typical instrumentation.
"Just don't make me want to kill ya until we're back on ground again. I'm meaner without my nicotine."
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Date: 2010-05-08 12:31 am (UTC)"Good."
She looks forward, eyes landing on a picture of a Pandora sunset set among the typical instrumentation.
"Just don't make me want to kill ya until we're back on ground again. I'm meaner without my nicotine."