She absently watched Gerad spin his toys, the idle fascination distracting her from the current conversation.<br/><br/>"Oi, I hate those little computery things.  Every time Yousef touch one they explode."  Mea laughed...She hadn't forgotten Milan. She had personally let Yousef lean on her while they limped out of the burning building, all three of them covered in ash, dust and streaks of blood. Mostly Yousef's. He felt like he weighed a ton but she barked off any offers of help, shouldering him into the van herself where Gabe was waiting with a first aid kit and a shot of morphine.  "Christ, Major, what'd you do to him?" Gabe joked, sticking the needle into Yousef's beefy thigh.  "I told him a knock knock joke."  she quipped, both men moaned theatrically. Mea was infamous for her lack of timing when it came to jokes, and the fact that she was about as humorous as a British nun.<br/><br/>Mea remembered when the Christmas party came around the year before that. Her sense of humor being the topic of many jokes, Yousef cinched the topic with a "Beside, Mea always give herself away. She don't have poker face."  Yousef made the entire company erupt in howls of laughter.<br/><br/>Valentine brought her out of the wool. "I see..." he mused, then added after a long pause, "Will they be showing a movie on this flight...?" Mea shook her head, but motioned up to the luggage rack above his head. "No, unfortunately, but I do have a portable DVD player in my bag along with some movies, if you want to use it."