<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"JD, I really don't think a drug cartel would have the technology to bring down our plane, not like this," Jane said, getting back to JD's question. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Without needing encouragement, the doctor had fallen in right next to J.D. on their march through the jungle.  As they walked along, he shared his super-speed-insect-repelling-leaf-fan with her.  Like him, she lacked the physical toughness of the rest of the FF, so he figured she'd appreciate some relief from the harsh environment.  He reached around the brunette so that she was between him and the flapping fan, which provided the added benefit of sending her sweet perfumed scent his way.<br/><br/>He still found the coincidence of them crash-landing near a gang of criminals a bit odd, but the others seemed comfortable with Jane's assessment of the situation, so he let the matter drop.  As long as she stayed close enough for him to smell her delicious bod, she could say the world was flat for all he cared.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We're not in Mexico, J.D. ..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Even the makeshift fan couldn't keep Happy's cheeks from growing hot when his gaffe was pointed out.<em>'Shit.  I could've sworn somebody said something about Mexico ....'</em>The cultural faux pas was embarrassing for a brainy college kid like J.D., but it didn't sting half as much as being corrected in front of the ladies.  Pretending to watch his step on the plant-strewn terrain, he kept his eyes on his feet and hoped the others (or at least Jane) didn't notice him blushing.