<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br/><br/><br/>Kacy had spent much of her time idly considering shooting the pilot upon landing. It certainly wouldn't be a good idea, and it would draw all kinds of attention. On the other hand, by this point he had felt it necessary to try and scare his passenger no less than three times over the course of the flight. He accomplished this by waggling his single engine plane wildly through the sky, as if the hand of some giant toddler had come down to shake his tiny toy plane above the vast expanse of ocean. Kacy was not amused. Nor was she scared. Kacy looked out the window again, frowning at the waves below. She'd sink like a rock in that ocean, though this was probably a better fate than floating along in the vast nothing until dying of exposure. It's not as if anyone had known she, or her idiot pilot, were in the middle of the northern Atlantic. So no, not scared, but not feeling very jolly either. She'd shifted restlessly in her seat, propping a leg against the side wall, tossing a menacing glare as the pilots gaze roamed up her fishnet clad leg. "Eyes on the... nothing" she growled, gesturing to the empty haze of sky and sea before them. It was less than an hour until they would be hitting Greenland, and from there on to Switzerland. Where she had decided she would definitely not carve the pilots head from his shoulders, because that would be foolish. She would read her book, and consider at length all the various ways she could kill the pilot, IF she wanted to.<br/><br/>Shortly after, as the pilot tipped the plane wildly, her book falling to the floor as she grabbed the sides of her chair with a curse, she had decided that even for a cheap, off the books flight, the customer service was intolerable. She watched the book with narrowed eyes as it slid away to the other side of the plane, her breathing even and calm, a testament either to how completely unphased she was by his antics, or to the sheer force of will she could apply to her body when necessary. Calm and collected, Kacy had slid a hand up the back of her shirt, coming out with a wickedly sharp 4 inch blade, and silently rested her hand upon his thigh, the blade protruding from it and just barely poking into the bulge in his crotch he had been nursing through covert glances her direction most of the flight. Much to her delight, the rest of the flight had proven significantly more smooth than the first half. She'd already bought a used car on the mainland, and after picking it up it was just a matter of waiting till the deadline.