Beverages! Pretzels! And it smells better than the capital of Sesat, which is really all she can ask for from someplace this cramped.
It's - physically comfortable, amazingly so, but mentally very not. She has the sense that she's cargo, which a little too close to being property, and it's all closed and the windows are so small.
- And then it's much, much cooler than Brian's car, the coolest thing that has ever happened to her, and she stares and stares and stares out the window until she manages to get bored of looking down at clouds. (It turns out it looks a lot like looking up at them.)
Planes suck and she wants to jump out of one and count in her head until she hits the ground except she doesn't want to be dead after. And the doors are closed. And she doesn't know where she is. And she's cargo.
She's just staring vacantly straight ahead by the time the plane lands, but she manages to get up when everyone else does and follow the crowd, head down, heart beating like it's taken a personal dislike to her ribs, until she's somewhere a little roomier. She forgets to take the initiative to go look for Ms. Wright.