after pulling into the hanger elizabeth turned to the well gifted girl who had yelled at her "i'm landing....what's it look like?" she scoffed as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. she reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a pack of cigerettes and a lighter. she stuck one in her mouth and lit it. she inhaled deeply before letting out a long and smoke filled breath. "so....has O'Hare managed to actually make it here?" she asked somewhat unconcernedly.