<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">(Atomic Blondes post) </span><br/><br/>Quinn quirked an eyebrow at Dallas and his state of semi-arousal but she decided not to say a word about it. There was no point giving this guy any sort of ammo when it came to being crude, he did just fine on his own. She listened to him chastise her and she had to fight to bite her tongue, her fingers deftly flicking the safety back on the gun as he rambled, she really wanted to tell him that she wished that it was his spinal cord she severed but she decided that might be pushing it too far with him and all of his clearly unstable thoughts.<br/><br/>"You aren't hiring me to be a cold blooded killer...my actions were no different than any other -normal- human being on the planet." She told him in a cool tone before turning her gaze to the pilot as be approached. Her shoulder ached a bit, she had forgotten about the wound for a moment, her anger at Dallas and his constant demeaning seemed to overpower it. She was not about to complain about it though and she just nodded at the co-pilot while handing him his weapon back.<br/><br/>"Yes...I'm just peachy indeed."<br/><br/>Stepping over the body in the aisle she decided that it was time to find her own space, not really in the mood to deal with his bullshit at that point in time, it was best to distance herself before she ended up getting herself killed. Leaving the scene behind her she found an empty room, seeing one of the remaining gentlemen standing in front of her she scowled and sent out relatively quickly before she let the door close behind her.<br/><br/>That's where she stayed for the remainder of the trip. She had sent off some coded messages to her partner, Graham, making sure they went to his personal phone. If anyone had intercepted them, which she had no doubt that they had already been, then it would just appear that she was talking to a close friend about having a tough first day without divulging anything that would get her into trouble. She was able to find some sleep on the remaining nine hours of flight time before she patched up her shoulder with some dressing found in the ensuite bathroom, although she couldn't fix the tear in her burgundy blouse but that would just have to be good enough.<br/><br/>As it came close to what she estimated was arrival time, she finally re-emerged from her room and made her way back to the sitting area, purposely picking the opposite end from where she had sat before to take her seat. She had somewhat cooled off at that point and didn't have nearly as much of a scowl on her face.