The brunette looked up to her partner in crime, and placed her notebook in her lap. Over the course of the flight her long hair had been pinned up into a messy bun to allow her freedom in looking over the evidence. That was what she was doing now, when she was called. A video of evidence? Evidence they existed? She giggled softly to herself. Sammy's constant hope for that which was undoubtable, and irrefutably fake was cute, and Harper admired her child like charm when it came to these kinds of subjects. Even still, one couldn't deny that she was one of the best at what she did. Combining Harpers Folklorist attitude with Sam's Oceanographer mindset the two were going to have the best thesis in the whole school at this rate! It was undeniable. Not to mention with the help of Harpers gung-ho attitude about life in general. But that was all unimportant at the moment. They still had a long way to go.<br/><br/>Leaning over in her seat, the girl looked at the video the other presented. She gave it a skeptical look, studying the so called mermaid that they caught on tape. It looked so fake. Obviously it was some CGI effects. Not hard to do at all with the right equipment. She turned her honey coloured eyes to the other. It was plain what they meant. They might as well have had the word fake printed in them in big bold letters. Of course she didn't want to be mean about it, so she straightened in her spot and folded her hands in her lap. Oh no. Here it comes. The grade school teacher attitude and the lecture. Samantha got one of these about every month or so, whenever she showed Harper any of the so called 'evidence' she had found. It usually consisted of the same points, over and over again, about how they weren't here to<span style="font-style: italic">prove</span>mermaids excited, they were here to<span style="font-style: italic">study</span>the lore. These talks usually took about five minutes of precious time out of the lives of all those involved. Luckily this time she kept it short, stating;" We're here for the lore, not evidence that they're real, ok?"<br/><br/>Honestly it was more cute, then serious at this point, and it was mostly always light hearted. The brunette would never dream of putting the other down for her beliefs in the matter. At Least not purposefully. She would listen to the theories, and reports the other found, and would give points as to why they didn't hold weight when it came to proof, doing so nicely and patiently. Maybe that's why the two worked so well.Harper was usually the voice of reason, while sam was the opposite, allowing herself to do the crazy, and unexplained. They were a perfect balance. They also relied on each other for support, and neither one was ever unattentive to the other.<br/><br/>As the two discussed the facts over fiction, the announcement came on, letting the people know that they would be landing soon. Harper quickly scooped up her notes, and shoved them into her bag, along with all her other personal effects. There was that excitement again. It slowly built in her belly, bubbling up, and making her whole body buzz. She was back to bouncing in her seat, each moment closer to landing becoming increasingly long for her. She nearly hopped right out of her seat from impatience, and when they finally touched down, and were able to depart from the plane, she was the first of her group to get her things, and bolt out.