Her hand in his, she returned his grasp. A good sign really. It meant she was coming out of whatever it was she'd been sunk so deep in the last few hours. Her gaze flickered from his hand, to his face, and then out the window. "...How long have we been in the air?" she asked; a benign question, just to get her mind and mouth working again.
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Date: 2010-02-21 07:09 am (UTC)