[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Flight AA 296
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	Mali took the aisle seat. The window had a better view, but what she lacked in a view on the way up and down, was made up for in leg room and extra space. She was fairly tall, which meant longer legs. Even in first class, having that extra bit of space off to the side was a great help from relieving fatigue. And she was also huge. Not having to worry about getting all squished against the walls of the plane was a nice thing to not have on the mind.

	On the way up, she just let herself melt into the seat. Well, as much as she could as her forehead seemed to be pressed in from all sides by the differentiation in pressure. She didn't fly often, but she'd never found the experience enjoyable. Even now in the best conditions she'd had up to that point, there was so much about the ordeal that was just uncomfortable that you couldn't escape. And she was tired. Really tired. Not just from the emotional, mental and physical stress she'd been going through recently, but also because she hadn't had that much sleep and it was starting to really get to her, sitting still for long periods of time.

	[color=D5FF00]"Some time away from Justice would,"[/color] Mali paused in her reply to stifle a killer yawn, [color=D5FF00]"probably be good."[/color] Assuming nothing goes horribly wrong the paranoid voice in the back of her head chimed in. She couldn't really tell it to shut up in good conscience either. Even assuming the Juno shit didn't follow them to their destination (of which there was no guarantee), Grimm had a bloody recent history, and even if it had supposedly been cleared up now, she couldn't help but worry that its specter would return to bite them in the ass.

	[color=D5FF00]"Chicken salad with water, and could I get that without the dressing?"[/color] Although the dressing probably made the dish much more palatable at high altitudes by bringing in a very strong flavor, she needed to make sure that she wasn't ingesting too many garbage calories and the side of fruit were carbs enough. She needed to stay more or less on track with her diet. She didn't have the excuse of a big fancy party anymore. Furthermore on the salad, the meat was leaner and the greens were more plentiful and even the dessert sounded less decadent than the alternative.