One after the other, Sam's new comrades, if one would call them that, piled onto the plane. Three strangers, plus Viotto himself, and the door was closing. As the strange Viotto confirmed that he was speaking with the Captain before they were addressed, Samantha allowed herself to gaze out her window. She'd chose a seat in the back, away from the others, arms crossed in front of her chest as she settled in her seat. It hadn't taken her long to stash her bags in the compartments designated for luggage. She glanced at all of the planes surrounding before their own plane began to crawl down the runway, making her tenseness slowly fade away with each inch they traveled. Once they were in the air, less likely the American government would storm into the cabin and arrest her. Still possible mid flight, no doubt, but unlikely. As Viotto returned, addressing them all with the inquiry if they had reservations, she remained silent. What did she have to lose? Nothing. She could only gain from the journey or die trying, both possibilities she was comfortable with. Nonetheless, her eyes scanned the group before her, curious to see if any of them backed out.<br/><br/>However, she did have a question. None that really were deal breakers, but nonetheless she was a curious woman, despite what little anyone really knew about The Emerald Jungle.<br/><br/>"So, what exactly do you know about The Emerald Jungle that makes you so confident that we will find something, or even live to plunder it? The world around us knows little, but your dedication and excitement leads me to believe that you know something the rest of us don't." As direct as ever, Samantha's eyes met Viotto's. There was no hostility or aggravation in her tone, no accusations, just simply curiosity that fueled her to speak up. After all, navigating a forbidden Jungle with men and women she did not know? Well, that was a dangerous thing in itself. Fuck what the Jungle's dangers were, what about the passengers? If she were to follow the lead of a man she did not know, in her mind, his willingness to divulge information would allow her to trust him. Not wholly, of course, as trust could get one killed, but enough to trust that he knew what he was doing, in some capacity or another.<br/><br/>Before Viotto spoke, her eyes glanced around at the others yet again. Two women, including herself, three men. Who was here for personal gain, who was here for knowledge? Which ones of them were killers, which ones of them were scholars of some sort? So many questions, so many suspicions, and they hadn't even taken flight yet. It was not the Jungle that worried Samantha. It was the people, the men and women who had responded to Viotto's summons. For, other than herself, who the fuck was crazy enough to take the invitation of a man who they did not know, on a journey to a place that claimed riches, unknown life, species, and dangers? Obviously she, but hell, who didn't want to die in paradise?