Beauregard had shown Mack their modest quarters for the trip. Both had agreed splitting piloting duties would make up for the time they'd lost. Everything was back on schedule. However from the hotel to their current airborne location, Mack made a point to not speak to Belladonna. He forgot whether or not he'd mentioned his name, even though he was sure it wouldn't matter to her. After a routine in-flight check of the oil gauges the former fighter sat in the Observation Room hoping to gather his thoughts. The Observation Room was only two doors over from Miss Adler's quarters. Though thick glass bay windows one could sit in the comfort of a luxurious living room while watching pristine aquamarine skies and museum-worthy landscapes that passed.<br/><br/>He reclined in the least expensive looking chair and let out a heavy breath. Mack closed his eyes, taking a moment to rub his temples. Now here he was on another trip with nobility. Still the conditions were much better this time around. For that Mack was grateful. He'd put his foot down though if Belladonna tried dragging him around to carry her bags or some other nonsense like that. Even if she brought up his mistake in judgement, he felt his work had been apology enough...It wasn't like they'd get to know each other or anything. He was only keeping his word. 'Why the hell am I thinking so much about Miss Priss and what she thinks? Screw that.' Mack made himself dismiss any other thought of her. However something about her kept bringing his mind back to when they met. Heh, she looked cute all pissed off...