No matter how charming of a smile it was, a tender pair of lips stretched in a hopeful manner wouldn’t make Heather pull in her horns. And she could be quite horny sometimes, so to speak. The rather cheerful flight attendant of the group surely seemed to share her newfound companions’ immediate trouble. However, dealing with inconveniences of aviation being part of her job, Heather doubted the young woman never encountered a wide cancellation of flights before, which, in turn, made her less relatable to her eyes in comparison to the others in the room. For all she knew, finding a so-called souvenir of sorts could have been a smart business move to almost subliminally made her respected employer look more sympathetic through the cute illusion of making new friends as a happy consequence.<br/><br/>Keeping her sharp gaze on Connie still, the woman narrowed her lips in a slight feeling of frustration. Clearly, an icy runway would prevent metal birds from flying, keep them from climbing up in the sky with paying passengers. That wasn’t the part of the stewardess’ statement Heather emphasized, however. Instead, she questioned the last bits of the woman’s suggestion. “Us? You airport people and us unknowing passengers? I didn’t know there was such a separation among us here… honey.” Having nothing else to ask, she walked back to rest her coy hips on the edge of the bed behind her, an empty water bottle still in her hand. “If that’s the case, that you can’t leave the regulations of your job behind the door…” Heather started again. “Then maybe you should start addressing people properly as well. Ma’am…” For a moment, her gaze shifted over to Riley. “And Sir.”<br/><br/>To fully embrace the comfort of the bed, the prominent advantage of staying in a hotel instead of remaining at the airport in fact, the woman lifted her feet off the floor as she lay back on the bed. “Sadly, I have a rather lacking imagination…” She talked to herself upon the vanishing of Connie. Just below her protruding bust, the empty water container lay on her belly. “Compensations, refunds, replacements.” Idly lazing about as she didn’t have much else to do, Heather span the bottle in place to accompany her mumbling. “Oh no… Don’t worry about those.” Looking grumpy, she raised her brows. “Here’s a cheap souvenir. Sign away.” Instead of meeting others’, her eyes remained on the unassuming bottle.<br/><br/>“Spin the bottle.” Breaking her little trance, her head turned towards the youngest member of the group. “We had a game like that back then.” Picking it up at last, she put the bottle on the nightstand to stop its annoying twirling. “I guess you are too young to know it.” Although she didn’t like admitting she belonged to an older generation, it escaped her mouth still.