Flight to New Horizons
It didn't take long to find Gillian. DeeDee had given Thor a description of her appearance, but Thor probably could've found her based solely on her actions. She certainly was an... interesting character.
Brianna: Your drink's almost ready, ma'am.
Gillian: Hurry up, please! I'm thirsty!
Brianna: Yes, ma'am. It'll be ready on the double.
Gillian: Don't rush it! Nectar must be allowed to fester. You can't rush it like that!
Brianna: Yes, ma'am.
Brianna: No! I'm so sorry, ma'am! I'll clean this up right way!
Gillian: No, you've got it! The perfect combination of nectar and floor!
Brianna: Of.. of course, ma'am. Shall I put it in a glass?
Gillian: Why on
Earth would I want a glass?
Thor: Gillian Flynn?
Gillian: Oh, it's you! Hello, Thor!
Thor: How do you know my name?
Gillian: Why, DeeDee told me about you, of course! The tight-fitting T-shirts, the half-buttoned vest, the slightest trace of stubble. *swoon*
Thor: Um... thanks?
Gillian: Are you excited about going to France? I am! It's going to be
so amazing! Maybe we'll climb to the top of the Simfel Tower! I've actually heard of a Frenchmen who lived on the moon!
(1)Thor: I don't want to crush your hopes, Gillian, but we're just here to find the artifact. Then I'm going back to Bridgeport.
Gillian: *sigh* Fine. You sounded more exciting when DeeDee told me about you.
Thor: So, do you have any idea what we're looking for in France? DeeDee said you had expertise in alien artifacts.
Gillian: Well, it could be anything. Fruit, chandeliers, it could even be one of the traps!
Thor: Traps?
Gillian: Oh, Admiral Landgraab was always the worrywort. Always setting traps for burglars. Paranoid about being robbed of his treasures. Which I guess is what we're doing.
Thor: Can you disarm them?
Gillian: Are you kidding? I once fixed my grandma's dishwasher and singed myself!
Thor: How is that good for us?
Gillian: Well, I'm not dead, am I?
Thor: Wel Gillian, I think we need to find our seats.
Gillian: I call middle seat!
Brianna: Finally. Time for a drink.
The flight to Champs le Sims was long and mostly unremarkable. The majority of the passengers were either on business or vacation, and are the heroes of another story. However, there were three aboard this flight that would play a role in the future. (Unfortunately, it was not the guy in the back with the New Years Hat)
Thor simply sat in the corner, taking in all of his experiences so far. Gillian was... quirky, to say that least. DeeDee hadn't mentioned that his partner for the France trip would be quite so unpredictable. Thor couldn't help but wonder that there must've been some deeper meaning to her silence on the matter.
Gillian's thoughts were much less consequential, though perhaps more interesting. Her main train of thought throughout the flight was whether she could get the airplane attendant to give her a foot massage.
Most curious of all, however, were the thoughts of the third person of interest in this endeavour. She seemed to be spitting out the contents of her latest failed mixture, but was that all there was to it? Or was there something more to her presense on that flight?