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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Estere settled in her seat, holding her items close to herself. It seemed that despite how little space was on the plane, everyone was able to have a seat to themselves. This was the part she was least looking forward to. It wasn’t that she was incapable of making friends but usually you had more than one thing to go on when it came to building a strong rapport. She didn’t think they’d all come out of this as the greatest friends - that was if they all came out of this at all. They had no real clue of what to expect. She tried to read as much as she could about the crew – there was very little to go on and she didn’t think that was by accident at all, especially for the female beside her that looked like she was trying her hardest to blend into the leather interior of the seat she sat in. In all honesty, the only one who truly stood out to her was the last man to hoard the plane. In Estere’s eyes, he looked like he was finding this trip rather than an active a participant. Though she knew all too well it wasn’t kind or smart to judge people by their appearance. She herself was constantly downplayed as she often looked much younger than her age. It was an annoyance while some people would probably take t as a compliment to run with.<br/>
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Estere pulled out her notebook and began to scribble down everything Viotto said in as much detail as possible. She had every intention to document this while trip. As much as it bugged her, he seemed like he actually had a plan and she wondered if this guy really was legit. It wasn’t unusual for many of these swindlers to have a map or have heard from a friend of a friend how to get to the jungle – but she’d never heard someone speak with such conviction. There was little if no room for doubt in Viotto’s speech and it did make Estere lead toward the belief that he actually had a plan as to where they were going. What other reason would he have drawn them all to this plane? He didn’t even ask for money which further made her curious as to if he were the only one behind this trip. She wasn’t scared away though. Second thoughts or not, she wasn’t backing out of this trip until she got the answers she wanted and that was even if they weren’t what she expected.<br/>
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She snapped her head to the right to take a look at the stranger huddled into the back corner. Estere would prefer they get each other’s names soon as possible. It seemed the woman had voiced what she had some concerns with – just how was he so confident? She couldn’t say it outright turned her off as Estere did find comfort in knowing they weren’t going on some wild goose chase but she couldn’t outright believe anything until she saw it for her own eyes. There were so many tales about what the jungle had to offer and what could be gained by finding it would differ between the lot of them. They were putting a lot of trust into Viotto but also the people that they were going on this journey with.<br/>
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“I second that question,” Estere popped up. “I think it would be a bit interesting though that if he answers that question we’re honest about what we expect to get out of this. Don’t you think?”</span></div>