Comfortably, Fiona is sitting in her window seat. She is slightly annoyed because absolutely NO ONE here at the airport seems to be competent, but well, that is nothing new of course. She rolls her eyes, looking out of the window, observing a man in an orange vest who seems to be screaming something to someone doing weird sign language. All primitive retards, ahh. hmm. Stewardesses are hectically running up and down the corridor, throwing luggage in the upper cabins, and telling people to put their seats straight and the tables up. Fiona tries to not get impacted by those "negative vibes", and listens to some "drizzly nature sounds" on her little mp3 player. A bit later, the machine is...