[center][h3][color=fff79a]Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka[/color][/h3][/center]

	Chloe listened intently, trying to make room as she was squished further against the far window. As the pilot spoke, she laughed a little bit. The plane began to take off and it was a bit unnerving.[color=fff79a] "Only the best, eh?"[/color] She remarked with a giggle. Leaning back she played some kind of beat on the pants of legs with her hands. Leaning over to the glass she watched as the ground began to fanish and fade into the faint morning fog. As Tupolev spoke she compressed her lips with an unimpressed smirk. 

	[color=fff79a]"I'm already feelin' a bit sick. Sick of your [i]attitude.[/i]"[/color] She then laughed stupidly at her own bad joke. She didn't mean to genuinely insult the person of course, it was all in good fun. What a miserable flight! Where do they even come up with this stuff? They really couldn't have gotten a bigger plane? It was just ridiculous, that's all. The cargo was important, apparently. Tupolev claimed to want to take it, which was, whatever. 

	Staring at Kiara, the poor unfortunate in the middle, Chloe grimaced a smile. [color=fff79a]"S'a bit cozy, innit?"[/color]

	[color=fff79a]"Reminds me a' the time I got stuck in the crawlspace under my house. Fortunately this time there's no mice. If anything it was a good thing I got down there cuz me da didn't know we had mice. Though I certainly didn't appreciate it at the time. S'what I get for crawlin' around where I shouldn't eh? Musta been oh, eight or nine at the time, can't quite remember. S'just as cold though, that's for sure, and just as hard to breathe, though for different reasons. Ah, but don't worry, I made it out just fine, as you can see."[/color] She leveled a finger pointedly at Kiara and made a knowing look.

	[color=fff79a]"Me brother, are on the other hand? Was just a bit thicker than me at the time. Some reckon he's still down there to this day. Hard to tell. One day we went down there to feed him the usual, only to find a hole in the dirt. Was caved in, but me mum recognized it as tunnel. Became a mole man, he did. Dug himself to freedom- haven't seen him since. Wish him all the best, though." [/color] Almost involuntarily she reached into her front jacket pocket and fetched a cigarette from inside. Placing it between her lips she frowned, blinked, and then placed it back inside her pocket.

	[color=fff79a]"Moral of the story? Make the best of what's given to ya. Or just give up and become a mole man, I guess." [/color] She said with a wistful look out the window. Smiling over at Kiara she looked at the American's hair once again than made eyecontact.

	[color=fff79a]"So, Kiara, your hair always that color? Looks good on ya that's for sure. The white bit, that is. Unless you've already gone white from stress cuz of all my carryin' on. N'which case, real sorry 'bout that."[/color] Chloe said with an apologetic shrug and a cheeky grin.