<div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/12895752/Natalie-Portman_mid_large.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>(future) Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Stark Tower, New York<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:34 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Tony Stark<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><em>...continued from Earth - All other locations (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=144303.msg6909292#msg6909292)</em></strong></span></span></div><br/>There was a cringe-worthy screech as her trailer scraped against something, followed by a crash of - glass? Jane couldn't bring herself to look, and she could have sworn her heart skipped a beat until her mobile lab settled down on the balcony of Stark Tower with an undignified "clunk."<br/><br/>Jane dared to open her eyes and was relieved to see that none of those godawful breaking sounds had come from anything<em>inside</em>her trailer. Her equipment was safe, and so was she.<em>No explosions, nothing broken, didn't plummet to the ground. That's...good.</em>She stayed glued to her spot on the edge of the bed, waiting for the shaky feeling to leave her limbs. She hated flying, and even unconventionally..it wasn't any better.<br/><br/>Finally, she decided she wasn't actually going to be sick and climbed out of her trailer, still looking a bit queasy. She had her duffel bag slung over one shoulder - even if her laptop and notebook weren't as sleek and sophisticated as Stark's PDA, to her, they were just as vital, and she was<em>not</em>losing them again.<br/><br/>The rather incongruous sight of her dumpy little trailer atop Stark's shiny new tower made her chuckle, and Jane shook her head in disbelief as she made her way inside to the elevator. She joined Tony within and exhaled slowly between pursed lips. "So...thanks for flying me here and not dropping me to my death and all. I appreciate it. The suit's...impressive." Something like a smirk toyed at her lips.<br/><br/>"So where are we going anyway?"