Eliza did her best to appear completely calm. But one does not often fly first class in a dingy t-shirt and jeans. She smiled at the stewardress and accepted the champagne. It wtook a lot of her willpower -not- to lift the woman's skirt with her foot as she walked away, but somehow, Eliza managed. She glanced up at the Steward and gave him a saucy wink as she tried to figure out why they needed to explain seat belts to a group of adults...<br/><br/><em>"Some mutant thing. They think it's some kind of old god or something."</em><br/><br/>The guard's words rolled through her mind as she did her best to think back to any cases she'd seen involving old Gods... Especially ones who demanded a ritual sacrifice to be fucked to death... And there were none. She sighed a bit and mulled it over, sipping at the champagne quietly.<br/><br/>About halfway through her flight, and her second glass of champagne, Eliza couldn't help but squirm. Three hours on a cramped flight with so many people always made her a little antsy. And the drink wasn't hurting the issue either...