Ari set her on her feet. He eyes the plane and looks at her. Then back to the plane. It was very scary. Very strange. Very small spaced. He looked at her skeptically. Nodding his head reluctantly yet doesn't really move to go up into it until she grabbed his hand and lead him up the stairs to the entrance. He eyes the plane skeptically again. Tension rippled across his form like the wind would across desert sands. He looks at her. "I don't want to wear a shirt in United States. Shirts are stuffy." he says. Clearly trying to avoid the reality of the interior of the plane. He bites his lower lip. Shaking a bit. "It is very sm---" he paled as the plane door was shut and it got even smaller inside. He was shifting around with tension oozing off his skin. His eyes wide and panicked as he stared around. "Small...very small...where is the openness?" he ask in a very shakey voice. Sitting down in a seat.