The flight had gone well enough to that point, so when the pilot admitted to the first of the troubles, Nick didn't concern himself. When they found the airport in flames, Nick didn't worry, figuring it was just another act of terrorism. When they crash landed, he still grew unconcerned. Then when whatever it was ate their captain, and he started moving again, almost everyone on the airplane started going insane.<br/><br/>Nick sighed from his seat in first class. He hadn't freaked out quite like everyone else had, mostly because... it wouldn't do him any good. He looked around, looked out the window at the newly deceased pilot, and then walked to the cockpit to speak with the co-pilot. He hoped the co-pilot hadn't done the unthinkable with the object he came to get.<strong>"I need the gun you're required to carry due to new air traffic regulations."</strong>He figured perhaps these things, whatever they were, were susceptible to bullets. Outside of that the only idea he had was seat-cushion flotation device phalanx.