April woke, a bit stiff after her nap in the airline seat. Since it was one of UNCLE's planes (after all, one couldn't take a commericial flight to Survival School), it meant she could let her guard down and relax on the trip. Glancing at the package, she briefly wondered what was in it while thinking over Cutter's words. If Survival School hadn't taught her what all she needed to know, she sincerely doubted her studies at Radcliffe would suffice either. Mentally shrugging, April faced facts. She would simply have to find her own tutor somewhere.