Mister Johnston entered Miss Lamarr's office several minutes after she had asked Benson to escort him there. He had left his sidearm in his cabin, but the briefcase was everpresent, held loosely by his left hand. "Miss Lamarr. It's a good ship."<br/><br/>He stepped aside to clear the doorway if need be, content to glance out through one of the portholes, noting that the ship was just climbing above the clouds, distant mountain peaks poking through the misty blanket like snowy waves on an ocean of white haze. "I must admit, It's been several months since I last flew. Mid-summer is arguably the best time, if I recall. Less strain on the ballast due to the warm air."<br/><br/>He then turned and smiled slightly at Hedy. "So, I assume you have a few questions about me, and my... contract."