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For most of the flight, Saoirse was asleep, however, she did engage in some friendly conversation with the security guard she met prior, when Dorian was seemingly asleep.

Finally she had arrived in the New York with Dorian. On her way out, she said her farewells to the guard and she and Dorian were invited out for a friendly drink the next time he was in town. With a nod and a wave, she then followed closely behind her as she took it all in. The sights, the smells, the sounds, all of which were very different and very overwhelming, yet she managed to keep her composure and kept quiet. Throughout the car ride, she didn't say a word and looked out the window, taking in the scenery and familiarizing herself with her new surroundings. The sights, however, were interrupted by the strong scent of jealousy, anger, and hatred, seeping out of every pore on Dorian's body. She expected him to start yelling at her, for reasons she didn't know, at any given moment, yet he said nothing. She touched the base of her neck where there was a small bruise left from before. The memory somewhat still fresh in her mind, made her blush slightly.

After a while, they arrived at a luxurious and large building. It was lovely, yet intimidating at the same time, causing her to suddenly become shy, nervous, and reserved and stay close behind Dorian as the 2 entered the building. She looked at the ground the entire time, feeling inadequate to enter such a home with her appearance and background. "Thank you for having me." She murmered quietly, barely audible, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment  and a weak and nervous smile, as her eyes never left the floor. His welcome was polite yet felt ominous to her as the scent of jealousy was still very strong on him.