[h3][color=ed1c24]Liza[/color][/h3]
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	[i]Thump.[/i]

	With a startle, Liza snapped awake as the plane skidded against the asphalt.  In a great fumbling of her stiffened legs and fingers, the redhead managed to snap on her seatbelt before the entire cabin shook with a waking rumble.  As she did many times before, Liza pinched her button-nose and blew through her nostrils so as to re-pressurize her eardrum.  In due time, what was once muffled reached back to clarity as the back of her knuckles wiped off the veil of lethargy.  Dried rheum and tears included.  The plane slowed, and with the deceleration came the absence of pressure.  Her head wasn't forced as hard into the seats, and occasional jerks made her consciousness clear.  The chatter of all other passengers intensified as the bell chimed, and everyone stood with great prospects, great hopes for their futures.
	You'd be wrong to assume it'd be opposite for Liza.  She too looked forward to the same opportunities, the same chances for great opportunities.  And like all others, she filed into the line of so many other trainers, miners, doctors, professors, entrepreneurs, ranchers, breeders...
	And a certain man who couldn't handle the motion so well.  Liza, upon seeing this, scooted aside to let the rest of the line flow by as she dipped her hand into a seat pocket.  From it, she fished out a plastic bag filled with newspapers and pamphlets.  Those were dumped.  As for the paper bag...not an emesis bag, but it would have to do.
	That was opened right on up so the emptied plastic bag could sit in it.  No leaks, and a sealed up mess by the end of it all.

[@Ninian]

	[color=ed1c24]"Here...a bag, right?"[/color]
	Pent could see a bag, actually two, offered up for him to use.
	[color=ed1c24]"Don't forget to seal it up when you're done."[/color]