<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/9b845ca0dcac759b5a9410347ec336d1/tumblr_mjtfxkECiK1qe8q5zo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zoé Laurent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fashionable brown dress with a thick leather belt, matching sandals<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mortocalous plane<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>open, Adone, Dre,<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Do I like planes?" Zoé was a little taken aback by the question, not having expected it. She shrugged, a little bemused. "I guess so. We always travelled so much when I was a kid, I guess I just got into the habit of researching the route we'd be on, so I'd know what to look for." She pointed out the window. "See there? You can see Monaco from here." She turned back to look at Adone. "Have you ever been there? I can't recall if you went to see the Grand Prix there or not." She knew he was into cars, but wasn't quite certain how closely he followed the racing circuits.<br/><br/>She glanced over at Dre, catching the scent of his blunt in the otherwise sterile air circulating in the cabin. "Hey, Dre, got any of that to go around?" She asked, twisting her body to face him more directly. "One of the Prefects found my stash before we left,  but if you don't mind could I maybe take a breath or two?" Dre was a bit of an enigma to her, the one among their group who kept the most to himself. Still, Zoé felt like she could trust him, or maybe just felt that she saw a bit of similarity between them.