Connie had been very busy. So busy in fact that she had only arrived in time to see Molly save the day, which caused the woman to rise still higher in her estimation. The stewardess tapped Riley on the shoulder, and urged, "Come on," with a smile and moved to reunite with her compatriot and the put upon brunette whom she had just rescued. "Well, it seems you two have been busy. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Some people think they can get away with anything." If she could list the number of times in her life that she had been considered "fair game" she'd need to buy a paper mill just to fit it all. "I'm Connie, by the way. This is Riley," she gestured to the college-age introvert she hopefully had in tow. "It's been a crappy day, I know, but I hope you'll join us back at the bar. I've got some news."<br/><br/>Connie led the way back to their table, making a space for Heather and allowing her to make her order should she so choose, along with ordering a second drink for herself and giving the others the opportunity to do the same. "OK - it's good news and bad news. Bad news first. They only had one room left. Good news - it's a suite. If you don't mind things being a<i>little</i>cozy, it can probably fit the four of us, and I for one am more than happy to share and take the couch. It beats fighting for a seat back at the DFW terminal at any rate." She looked hopefully at first one, then the other as she sipped sea breeze number two. "So, what do you say? Are we bunk mates for the night?"