Nora was dressed for optimal comfort, because flights were long and often uncomfortable. Then again, she had expected to sit in coach, which was what her ticket had originally said, before she was unexpectedly upgraded to first class. For all she knew, first class was an entirely different world, where the rich wined and dined in their finest outfits.<br/><br/>Sitting back and trying to relax, Nora avoided the seat belt for the time being, not wanting to feel any more trapped and confined than she already did. After a sea of coach passengers walked by, the same flight attendant from earlier returned, handing the brunette an Evian. Nora’s eyes widened as she looked over the expensive water bottle. “Th- thank you,” she stammered.<br/><br/>Was she going to be charged a ridiculous amount of money just for a bottle of overpriced water? She blinked at it as she took it into her own hands, bewildered. It took her a moment to collect herself again, but after a shake of her head, she remembered to reach into her purse and grab her pill bottle. She popped the cap off and took one tiny white pill out, then placed it on her tongue and gulped down some water to wash it down.<br/><br/>Shortly after her sigh of contentment at the quenching of her throat, an announcement blared on the loudspeaker, from the pilot. It caused her to start, especially with how loud his voice was, while still being somewhat muffled, because his mouth was basically enveloping the radio clipped onto his sleeve. After she sighed, she registered that he was promising for a bumpy take off.<br/><br/>“Great,” she muttered under her breath. Nora found a cupholder for her water and quelled her breaths as best as she could, trying to remember her techniques, while the flight attendants went through their whole spiel about safety procedures and practices.<br/><br/>Nora tried her best to watch the one designated to the first class area, and buckled in her seat belt once the buckle lights turned on. The man closest to her, just on the opposite side of her seat, muttered something and brought her out of her breathing exercises, which caused her to flash her eyes at him.<br/><br/>“Shut up,” she murmured, not sharply, but hurriedly, as if her timing was of the essence. And in a way, it was. Because just then, the airplane started moving, making Nora gasp profoundly, falling back against her seat, which she clung to by digging her nails into her seat. Her fear was palpable on her face, her shoulders tensed and up near her ears.