What were the chances of their conversation ending if Fiona simply stood up and left? It probably would only leave more problems for later. She should have just left or acted more effectively busy as soon as the woman had glanced her way.

But it was too late for that. Fiona gestured to the chair across from her, the only invitation she'd give, and then folded her arms over her chest. She didn't feel like speaking to this woman when she could tower over her so easily. It made the plane more... even.

"I'm assuming there's something specific you want to talk about?" Idle chatter seemed hardly worth all of this effort.