She nodded as he continued, taking mental notes as he spoke. She watched as he made himself comfortable before slipping farther down into the seat herself. She had no want of a bed. And she wasn't ashamed to sleep in her clothes, her new boss didn't seem to mind stripping down to his skivies in front of her either. Not something she was expecting, but she maintained a cool mask of indifference in front of him, preferring to type a few more notes in her cell before shutting it off and propping her head on her hand, looking out a far window.<br/><br/>Sicily. An island on the western side of Italy, it was a region of it's own, had it's own dialect and it's on version of Italian culture. It was a place Abby had dreamt of visiting. Course she'd always wanted to travel. Her experiences had been in the states, and strictly for business. The way Mark had made it sound, they'd generally visit a little while in these places. She knew a little Italian from High School, but she was rusty and would probably not get the dialect right. She'd feign ignorance for the sake of appearances. Perhaps once there she'd pick up a few words in conversation, but she was doubtful.<br/><br/>Abby dozed in her seat, head propped up still, impressively, in her hand, legs tucked under her. She was out for probably longer than she had meant to, but they were soon in a landing pattern. She looked up from her spot, and seeing that Mark had still been asleep, went to wake him. A hand on his shoulder, she gently shook his shoulder. "I think we're here... Time to wake up Mr. Richards..." She nibbled her lip again, eyeing his sleeping face. He was handsome for an older gentleman. She shook him just a little harder. "Mr. Richards?" She questioned, raising her voice from a little more than a whisper.