No improvement to be seen outside, the steamed windows didn’t hint at a pleasant morning, making it indeed ambiguous when the grounded planes would once again fly like little birds in the clear skies. Uncertainty and chaos, the worst nightmare of orderly women like Heather. “I thought so.” She responded to Connie, couldn’t help but wonder if there were any disclosed articles in the charming flight attendant’s contract that demanded she kept her lips sealed on certain subjects. It was no secret she didn’t like untimely surprises that hindered her plans, even if those plans were just about relaxing at home, uninterrupted. However, it didn’t mean she disliked the short list of companions she was, somewhat, obliged to share a room with. Sporting different characteristics perhaps, but they all seemed to be good-humoured individuals, people who had their heart in the right place. Being an actress herself however, she knew how appearances could be deceiving, how it might mask rather twisted desires in a cheerful shell.<br/><br/>Maybe the natural outcome of working in multifaceted film industry, but she grew to look at things with a suspicion. Her attentive eyes tend to watch her surroundings with a hint of curiosity. She could already spot a little secret under this very roof. A secret to stretch the fabric of a certain student’s little shorts. Maybe an unintentional side effect of staring at Molly’s alluring artworks. Regardless of the reason though, Riley disappeared into the bathroom before Heather could speculate further. To hydrate her vocals, she took a sip from her water bottle. Being called a star, it admittedly rubbed her the right way, even if her star admittedly required a telescope to be seen nowadays. “Oh no, dear.” She faced the flight attendant. “You don’t need to ask for an autograph out of courtesy.” The woman suggested, watching Connie pull out random items from her purse.<br/><br/>Taking a few steps towards the younger woman, she drew herself closer to her. She didn’t mind that everyone in the suite could now make rather precise guesses at how she looked without her clothes, although she couldn’t do the same for others, not yet anyway. “A napkin?” She chuckled at the suggestion, failing to see a piece of cloth as a souvenir of a presumably short-lived friendship. To tell the truth, she was a little short on friends. And the long list of contacts in her phonebook would have been hardly qualified as friends without benefits. Some of the unpleasant incidents from the past had made her a bit pick when it came to her relationships, turned her into a woman who looked upon a constant smile with a jaundiced eye. And her eyes were now on Connie.<br/><br/>“If you happen to have a naked image of yourself, I’d gladly sign it as well.” Heather suggested, obviously a nod to her own. Her gaze swept over the woman. “I see you are still wearing your uniform.” She endorsed the flight attendant’s attire, for a subtle implication. “Is it true that you are not allowed to speak of the details of flight regulations while carrying those colours on you?” The neutral mask she wore made it difficult to comprehend whether she was just joking around or being serious.