Aeroplane travel, while not a favourite of Elena's, was nothing to write home about, provided she had a home still. Among the passengers, there were those overly excited as if children flying for the first time ever, which given the nature of their kin must have meant they were the exact opposite of children. The nice part was the luxury in which she got to travel, something that she wasn't aware when she picked out a pair of grey sweatpants and a nondescript hoodie with grey letters IIT (Illinois Institute of Technology) front and centre. She seemed comparatively underdressed as she expected to travel the less expensive way or worse yet be stuffed in a cargo box and shipped that way. Luckily for her, it wasn't necessary to punish her so despite her apparent colossal fuckup. Unfortunately, this luxury was hard to enjoy when all those perks of first-class travel became tasteless in her mouth.<br/><br/>For the most part, she kept to herself and her laptop working on a project throwing only an occasional look at other passengers. Some guttural instinct told her she was way out of her element here and should tread carefully. Perhaps it was the very presence that some of these 'people' exuded or maybe it was the way they acted so out of their element in the metal tube in the sky. Occasionally she would hit a snag and grow increasingly frustrated at her work. At one point she even fell into her habit of getting a cup of coffee to calm down but was very quickly reminded it no longer had the desired effect. More so disappointed in herself she simply passed the time by staring at the ceiling and going through the books she read back at the Chantry. For those who had no idea what she was doing it must have looked insane to grow angry at lines of gibberish text and maths. Most of them had some form of retainer or adjutant with them so the confusion would likely be short-lived though it may still be incomprehensible to anyone as to what exactly she worked on.<br/><br/>Eventually, she did make progress on the software but soon afterwards it was time to land and she could do nothing but finish up her work and pack up. Almost everyone here had these Ghouls she heard of. It made her wonder if she should perhaps acquire one as well, if only for the sake of acquiring vitae easily. Cut off from the Chantry she would either have to rely on others or hunt for herself. Something told her it was better not to owe any favours to these folks. For now at least the priority was on figuring out what they were supposed to do next. She didn't have as much 'cargo' as some, rather it was only a single bag stuffed with clothes and a few rare reagents she snuck out of the Chantry to work on in the privacy of her own home. Joining the others at the hatch she seemed a bit unsure but quickly overcame it and followed along without a word. Nothing to do now but be a good little soldier and fall in line.