The airship was pure hell. It was a choice whether to sit down and suffer aching wings, which were currently buckled down, only held in place by a thick leather harness under her jacket, lean forward in the seat and put the strain on her delicate behind, or stand up the whole trip and make her feet suffer the same fate. As such, Schwarz spent most of the time on the airship pacing, glad her boots didn't make much noise and draw attention to her. To add more to it, the AC on the vessel was not performing, making the air thick as hundreds of lungs sucked oxygen out of it. She was quite looking for the landing, hoping to escape this prison.

She hated to admit it, but she grown accustomed to life of luxury, no matter how unwanted it was. Although she supposed she'd get used to the opposite rather quickly, right now she would give a lot for the car with a personal driver. The company on the ship didn't seem too inviting, so she tried to admire the scenery behind the windows, but grown bored shortly.

Not able to take it anymore, she made her way to the restrooms. Once the door was locked behind her, she unbuttoned the jacket and the air was filled with a fluffy sound as her abused wings unfolded. she sighed with relief, gently rubbing the sore muscle along the bones and rearranging the few feathers that got tangled together. When the blood poured into her wings once again, she shivered as they felt like a thousand of ants were running through them. Her moment over she sighed and started folding the wings back into the harness.

It wasn't she was trying to hide the fact she was a faunus, oh no - seriously she already was recognized several times just on the airship - but when one spotted wings almost as wide as one was tall, she'd have to reserve five seats just for herself. It was just impractical to travel with them unbound, and so she subjected herself to the torment once again. Walking out of the restrooms, she was still adjusting the harness below the jacket and wasn't paying too much attention where she was going. The next time she turned a corner, she rammed head first into someone, tumbling to the ground.