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After that slightly embarrassing greeting, Rain pretty much avoided looking at the cowboy sitting a seat over from her. What would he think of her, all pink and barely able to say a word? It was ridiculous, but try as she might, she couldn't control herself sometimes. Their final stop picked up yet [i]another[/i] godlike young man, and she decided to not try to greet him right away. She'd introduce herself later. It would probably only come out as another small sound if she said anything right now.

A moment later, there was a loud screech and the jet lurched. Being rather light, Rain did [i]not[/i] manage to stay put (in hindsight, she probably should have been wearing her seatbelt). She was jolted to the side, toward the cowboy - and yep, straight into his lap. A soft scream had escaped her at both the noise and the way her world had turned. She'd managed to elbow the guy next to him, too. 

The next jerk frightened her even more, and she ended up clutching at the poor cowboy's arm out of instinct, trying not to fall off him and onto the floor. "Sorry!" she squeaked (again) amongst all the turmoil and voices in the background. Her small hand didn't even fully go around his bicep, what with him being so big.