Stella sighed. Confound it, they needed that information. "We wait until we reach our destination and hope nothing else goes wrong. Luckily we are landing in a semi private airport so you should be alright. Hopefully access of the media will be get off as well." Stella goes back to her seat before flopping into it, her stomach rumbling as she does so. Her last meal had been awhile ago when they had stopped on the mountain. No one stops her a little bit later when she makes her own food  and just happens to slip a drug the monks had given her into the made up drink supply and the powders for them. That way when questioned  the witnesses wouldn't have a clear answer. "Not that it matters, but don't eat or drink anything for the rest of the flight," Stella says loud enough for him to hear as she slips into her seat again.<br/><br/>A few hours later, the lights of the United States airport come into sight. It's just about dawn, revealing the amount of authorities already there. "It appears our goal is going to be delayed for a bit." She watches with apprehension as they pull up to the terminal.