<div class="floatleft">(http://i1057.photobucket.com/albums/t386/Bells_Marlow/Lucy-Liu-Southland_zps211a6984.jpg)</div>Brook would think that with how much she'd traveled the globe while working for the World Health Organization that she would be used to flying by now. Unfortunately, it was something she was not going to handle without anxiety and nausea. Each time she swore she'd get some prescription that would help her with the ordeal better, and each time she changed her mind and decided to tough it out in hopes that it get her used to flying.<br/><br/>At least this time she'd taken some over the counter medication to help with the nausea. The four of them were seated in the helicopter as it flew over the wilds of Alaska, but Brook's head was resting back and her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping. In an effort to distract her thoughts from the flight, she thought over the information she had on her three other companions. Jenna sat right next to her. She seemed nice the few times that Brook had peeked her eyes open.<br/><br/>Brook had never been intimate with a woman before. She would worry that she had no idea how to reach out to Jenna, but she'd hardly been intimate with men either. She knew their mission, and the thing that had peeked her interest the most was that she would be in a situation where the four of them were set up to bond. It gave her some relief that she might be able to overcome her shyness and feel like a part of a family with them.<br/><br/>She had always concentrated on her career so hard that her social life was non-existent. At least, that was the way it had started. Now she just felt awkward around others and didn't know how to approach them. It seemed she could only really connect with her patients.<br/><br/>The helicopter jolted and Brook sucked in a soft breath as her hand moved to hold Jenna's hand. She hoped the woman wouldn't mind. Her eyelids opened and her gaze went from Brett and Carver who sat across from them, to Jenna. She gave the woman a wan smile. She didn't want to come off as cowardly or weak to the men of their group, and her eyes beseeched Jenna to not reveal just how hard her hand was hanging on to the other woman's hand.<br/><br/>Her hand staid where it was until the helicopter finally landed. When she stepped outside, a smile touched her face. The land was so beautiful, and so far from the urban sprawl or poverty stricken and war torn look of other places she had visited. It wasn't even that cold outside. Just a light jacket was enough for her right now.<br/><br/>Her belongings were already inside, so she only had her carry on pack to bring inside the cabin. True to her socially awkward self, she didn't stay in the main room for a meet and greet, but instead found the room that was her small clinic. It was important to her that all the supplies they would need for such a long time were in place and organized.<br/><br/>For a few moments she was cut off from the world as she looked over the list of what should be there, then checked each item off as she made sure they were in stock. Every country and every setting had its dangers, and she wanted to know where to look with certainty if her skills were needed. She preferred to know her medical set up like the back of her hand.