Elliot was still in his seat, gritting his teeth and gripping his arm rests in a dual death-grip. He didn't remember buckling his seat belt, but he had buckled, and tightened almost to the point of cutting off circulation to his lower body.<br/><br/>When the plane leveled off, Elliot's grip loosened. He glanced out of the window and saw the wing and engines. They seemed alright, and Elliot let out a long sigh before loosening -but not unbluckling- his seat belt.<br/><br/>"This one's gonna be a dewsey..." He groaned, and fell back into his seat.