His jaw ached. He wasn't entirely sure why it was his fault. It was a pretty good joke after all.

Ah, no it wasn't, his mind chided him. He could almost hear his mother's voice, in fact. You make bad jokes at the worst of times, Brian. You need to think things through, or you can hurt people's feelings.

He let out a long low sigh as he watched the waters of the Yellow Sea slide by. The morning sun glinted and flashed over the waves. It was a beautiful sight. Not that he was fooled by the clear weather. Korea was several degrees of latitude north of Numbani, and it was getting toward the end of summer. So not used to cold weather…..

"Ah, Mister Brian," Sanderson's calm voice drew his attention away from the window. "If you would come with me, sir, I will show you to where you can change."

"Change?" Brian raised an eyebrow, confused, but stood anyway.

"I'm afraid so," Sanderson gave Brian a small pained look as he turned, leading the younger man toward the back of the aircraft. "As I am sure you know, the young Miss is quite popular in many venues around the world."

Brian just snorted at the obvious.

"Yes, well," Sanderson let out a small laugh as he and Brian stepped into a small sleeping compartment. The room itself had a small single bed with a nightstand and lamp, and a small wardrobe. And at the moment a black suit was laid out across the bed, complete with dark glasses, black shoes, and even an earpiece. "I am afraid the Miss is even more popular here, at home."

"Uh huh," Brian blinked with a small frown. "And the monkey suit is…"

"For you, I am afraid," this time Sanderson looked genuinely embarrassed. "Miss Song's fans are rather...rabid. I am sure you are already aware of some of the rumor scandals that have plagued her. The paparazzi look for any sign of...well...anything, to pick apart. If you are seen departing the plane with her, it will cause a frenzy."

"Huh…," Brian frowned at the suit and nodded slightly. "Yeah, if I was a major celebrity or something it would be one thing, but I'm just a kid from Numbani, so people would lose their collective shit."

Sanderson didn't say anything this time, he simply watched Brian's reaction.

After a moment, Brian gave a small shake of his head, and picking up the suit jacket. "So, what's the story we're going with?"

A small smile crossed Sanderson's lips as he nodded slightly. "As you can probably guess but the uniform, we will pass you off as another of Miss Song's personal security. This will allow you to stay close to her and speak when you need to. I feel in this situation it would be best to follow her lead."

"No problem," Brian chuckled, glancing back at the other man. "Maybe I'll get to do something heroic and impress her. Lord knows I could use the good karma."

"This is so," Sanderson chuckled as he stepped out of the room. "We will be touching down in roughly thirty minutes.

Thirty Minutes Later

"Ugh...I look like an idiot," Brian sighed as he self consciously ran a hand down the front of his black suit jacket. How they had gotten such a good fit was beyond him. And the thing seemed to have some kind of reinforced cloth built into it.

"Hmmph," Hana stared ahead at the door as they waited for the engines to wind down.

Brian looked at her face in profile for a long moment. Even angry with him she was "...beautiful…"

"W-what?" Hana's eyes went wide as she turned to look at him, stunned.

"Ah, yeah," Brian looked at his new shoes a bit sheepishly as his hand scratched the back of his head. "I, uh, I wanted to say i was sorry for making fun of you. I was playing around some and when i get nervous I go too far. You are just really pretty, and fun, and have always been such a good friend that I was a bit overwhelmed."

Hana stood for a long moment, her eyes wide, and her mouth partially open. Then, suddenly, she lunged at him. Her arms wrapped around him in a hug, tighter that one might expect from one of her size.

"Whoa! Hey...there…" Brian stumbled back slightly in surprise, his back thumping into the wall of the plane's exitway. Hana had buried her face in his chest, her shoulders shook slightly. As he slowly wrapped her in his own hug he realized she was crying. "I'm so sorry, Hana. I didn't realize I was that bad."

"Heh," Hana hanf giggled an half sniffed as she leaned back enough to look up at him. "No...that's not it." She took a deep breath as she gathered herself, taking a half step back, but keeping her hands draped over his. "I...when I heard about the bombing I was freaked out. I got there and heard you were unaccounted for, and I freaked out more. Then there was the whole deal with the reports and stuff. All that about you being kidnapped. It was all kinda a whirlwind. I think that now that I am home, it's all starting to hit me."

"Ah," Brian nodded with a warm smile as he squeezed her wrists. "Well, I'm here, I'm fine, and we get some time to just hang out, relax and have some fun." His smile turned into a grin as he winked at her. "Well, as much as we can while dodging crazy people with cameras."

"Oh, god," Hana groaned, her eyes rolling. "How do I look? Am I a mess now?"

"Hmm," Brian tilted his head slightly as her looked at her, his eyes roaming her face. He reached up to smooth down a few errant hairs, his fingers lingering on her cheek for a moment. "Nope, pretty as always."

Hana's eyes fluttered slightly as she smiled, leaning into his hand. "You say that to me as many times as you would like."

There was a quiet thump as Sanderson cleared his throat. "That was the walkway attaching. Game faces on people."

"Yes, sir!" the three other suited men said as they stood straight.

"Yes, sir," Brian smirked as he stepped back and straightening up.

"Good," Hana nodded with a small wink as she turned back to the door. "You look good. Stay close to me please. This can be a bit intimidating at times."

"Please," Brian scoffed. "I had a building drop on me, then was kidnapped by one of the worst terrorist organizations in the world. I don't think a small crowd will be much of a problem."