They were in flight when Arthur approached Mr Birling. "Er, Mr. B?"

"Go away," Mr Birling grunted.

"Yeah, will do. Er, but first, can myself draw yourself's kindly attention to the sign that the captain has kindly en-illuminated in regard to the fastenation of your seatbelt during the current highly-unlikely event of turbulence?"

"What?

"Could you do your seatbelt up?" Flora called from the galley with a roll of her eyes.

"Certainly not! Do I look like a girl?" Birling scowled, not realising the presence of a new member of staff.

"Seatbelts aren't just for girls," Flora swanned in.

"Well, ding dong…" Mr Birling leered, making Flora a little uncomfortable, "Aren't you a pretty little thing; and those eyes..."

"Yes, yes; husky dog eyes," Flora dismissed, but internally smiled at the memory, "But I must ask you to put your seatbelt on."

"Well then," Mr Birling replied curtly, making no move to fasten his seatbelt.

"Okay, well, it doesn't really matter…" Arthur began.

"Arthur!" Flora reprimanded.

"Right, yes, sorry, it does really matter these days," Arthur tried.

"Since when?"

"Since Flora said so."

"I don't want my seatbelt on," Mr Birling pouted.

"Oh, sorry sir; I was under the impression that you wanted to not injure yourself in the event of turbulence," Flora raised a plucked eyebrow and clicked his seatbelt on for him.

"Did you just…"

"Protect you from harm in case of a bumpy ride? Yes I did," Flora stated evenly as Arthur gaped in awe.

"Go get me a drink," Birling ordered.

Flora rolled her eyes and went to get cheap whiskey to pass off as Talisker. Tap! Oh no he didn't…