As the plane hit turbulence, it got a little more bumpy than Sky had anticipated. One of the bumps caused her to drag the knife down her palm, wincing as she did so. With a sigh she sheathed the knife and stared at the long cut across her left palm. She laughed to herself as she dragged her tongue across the wound, the taste of metal filling her mouth. "So much for lucky charms." She shrugged as she closed her wounded hand into a fist.