Yes, I shamelessly self-insert. Get used to it.

I have no idea where this came from, by the way. Random mental image.

Morgan looked down at the woman stretched out in the aisle of the plane with amusement. "Comfy?" he asked. She rolled so she could see him.

"No," she said sleepily, and he snorted. "Need a blankie." She paused a moment. "An' my backpack." Eying her curiously, he lifted down the requested items. She took them with sleepy thanks, pillowing her head on the bookbag, wrapping the blanket around herself as she curled around the backpack. "Much better," she sighed happily.

"You're really comfortable like that?" he asked in disbelief.

"Well, th' floor's diggin' into my hip, but other than that, yeah." He shook his head.

"You're a strange one." She smiled tiredly.

"An' proud a' it."