The flight?  Suck.  She never liked taking flights, well ones with regular people on board. Cramped, and boring.  Luckily sleep helped, and sub orbital arcs helped with things like that cutting flight time from it used to be.  Still, it sucked, but it was time for a decent nap.  Yawning as she steps off of the plane, and into the customs line, she sighs.  Another line, another small weight before she's cleared through, and then comes the waiting for her small bag, a gym bag by most accounts.  Black, well worn and used looking, and it's off she goes.  A cab ride to the hotel, then a few more to others, and she's heading off to the rendezvous point.<br/><br/>She was not a fan of 'out in a field' kind of meets.  Too open, exposed, and so not the place you wanted to meet someone you had never worked for before, but there she was, standing in the grass, looking around...