Arthur got a good look at the woman who had sat down with him, and thought she was not half bad at all.  There was something appealing about her eyes and her silver streak was most becoming.  Her frizzy hair took him back a bit.  It was not tamed into submission like most modern women.  Somehow it suited her face.<br/><br/>"Oh peachy, just peachy."  His tone said that he was not, in fact, enjoying the flight very much.  "Arthur Southwell, at your service ma'am."  He did not rise, since she was already seated.  "Pleasure to make your aquaintence."  He gestured over to a stewardess, who nodded, but was occupied with another passenger.<br/><br/>"So we're to work together on this little operation, eh?"  He was starting to seeing the appeal of working with her.<br/><br/>The stewerdess arrived.  She was wearing a white apron and gave them a put upon smile.  "Gin on the rock please.  Can I get you anything?"  He looked over at the woman, who's name he still did not know.  The stewardess waited impatiently, and Arthur wondered if she expected much of a tip from him.  Maybe she would rather be serving those big wigs in their fancy duds, rather than him in his well worn suit.<br/><br/>Over an speaking tube a voice announced that they would be landing in Romania in just under two hours, but as it was announced in Romanian, Arthur was none the wiser.<br/><br/>OOC:  I know its a little short, but I did not wish to jump ahead to much, or write out a speech, before you could respond.