Revy had never ridden in an airplane before. Nor had she ever planned on it. You see, some things were meant to be done, and others weren't. This happened to be one of those things that was never supposed to happen at any point in time. Ever.
"Benny?"
The American man in the drivers seat of their red Plymouth Road Runner looked back at Revy, who sat reclined in her seat at what seemed to be an uncomfortable angle. However, she had been sitting like that for so long that it seemed she didn't even notice anymore. "What is it, Revy?" he asked, though he knew that no good would come out of her answer.
"Why are we travelling via fucking plane?" she asked, not sounding frustrated, but calm, as if she would much rather jump off a bridge with sixty pounds of metal strapped to her arms and legs, freefalling down to a shallow pool of water.
That didn't necessarily mean that she wouldn't be thrilled to do it.
"I'm..not really sure..." Benny replied simply with shrug, pushing his glasses up his nose in attempt to say 'Hey, I'm trying to concentrate on the road, would you please shut the hell up?'
"Balalaika thought it would be interesting for you," Rock chimed from beside Revy, who sent him a sidelong death glare.
"He's right," Dutch agreed from the front seat. "You can never be too versatile, Revy."
Revy scoffed. "Whatever."