[color=39b54a]"You know I don't trust these airlines, too fancy. Too advanced."[/color] Brenner informs Cecelia just as the plane begins to descend [color=39b54a]"8 hours my ass..."[/color] he mumbles, taking his rather small carry-on bag as he leaves the plane, pausing by the luggage check to await his granddaughter. While he waits, the older man works to strap the bag to his belt, checking to make sure the several bottles within had not leaked, he attempts to withdraw one unnoticed in order to take a drink, watching out of the corner of his eye for trouble before continuing on to the small bus.
Taking a seat near the back, he pulls several rubber bands from one pocket of his jacket, opposite the notebook. Chaining them together to pass the time as more passengers board