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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 959525" data-attributes="member: 9167">The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal AirportGoldsboro, North Carolina12:45pm, Late Spring 2003While everyone was busy walking around, eating breakfast bars, and chugging down coffee, Lorelai sat in one corner of the jet with a pillow over her face trying to dispel some of headache with more sleep.  Never having been a morning person, her disposition was made more grumpy by the introduction of a hangover.  She had refused every offer of food and winced at how loud everyone else seemed to be.Her current disposition certainly wasn't improved with her strong desire for a shower.  Shirt now caked with dried blood, clothes sweaty and wrinkled - those definitely weren't things Lorelai Nguyen was used to or cared to be used to.Krizzel lay curled up in a seat nearby, catching some rays of the sun through the window.  He never refused any offer of food, contentedly licking the hand of any who bestowed such tasty treats upon him.</blockquote>