"You'll have to read it and find out." She's so prim. It's actually kind of charming, the seriousness she's affecting this early in the morning. (He'll be right there with her once they're actually in the field - not this intensely proper, but closer. Until then, though, the rules are a little different.) Waving her over to a pair of open chairs, he adds, "I'd save any reading for the plane itself, though."

Having the little tray table will probably make a difference. In the meanwhile, since they've got another ten minutes or so before anyone's going to let them aboard, he takes a seat. His legs stretch out like he's hoping to be a tripping hazard. "Unless you want to play a solitary game of I Spy, I think we're going to have to talk to each other."