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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 945676" data-attributes="member: 11714">The Lear Jet, JFK Airport New York, New York12:05am, Late Spring 2003Obviously the friendly type... Rylee thought with a slight smirk as she settled in a nearby chair to listen to Durant's little speech.  Occasionally, she took sips from the flask, being careful to put it away once she began feeling the pleasant buzz in her head from the alcohol.  Usually she got herself completely drunk on the days that she got shot, it made the trip to visit the local doctor to get the bullet removed easier.  However, it occurred to her that she should probably keep her wits about her, now that the number of groups who were trying to kill her had doubled.She gives a brief nod to Leonard as he sits beside her, and while listening to Durant's speech, she takes a moment to examine the other people aboard the plane.  She gives Terrel an apparaising look, clearly approving of the handsome airman.  Too bad Simms hadn't been that good looking, or she would have made more of an effort to make friends with him.  She also casts a look of dismay at the child, Lorelai, and her cat carrier.  Rylee was not crazy about cats.  Would Lorelai insist upon bringing the cat with her on whatever mission that they were supposed to embark upon?  Oh well... if worse can to worse, there were numerous ways to skin and eat a cat...</blockquote>