Fatigued pink eyes blinked out from beneath a cascading curtain of shaggy brown hair as Valk heard a commotion on the bench next to himself. Some hyperactive girl had managed to utterly destroy one of the seating arrangements that was luckily unoccupied. One, he mentally reminded himself, that was just beside him. "W'll that woulda hurt..." He said in a groggy murmur of displeasure. Normally he'd have called out the careless girl, but considering he'd only just caught this flight after a longer one from Mistral he was jet-lagged and too out of sorts to properly get riled up. As he settled back into his seat feeling fairly certain he couldn't do anything to himself he brightened a bit; this was exactly the sort of thing that usually caused people to dislike him after all, bluntly critiquing their actions or butting in when his opinion wasn't wanted, and here he'd managed to avoid it.

[i]Thank you jetlag~[/i] He thought to himself as he raised his left hand to his opening maw to stifle a yawn. The motion was slow and tedious and took entirely too much effort, thereby reminding him just how exhausted and awful he felt. [i]Scratch that. Go away, jetlag...[/i] Feeling his thoughts begin to drift and his body begin to respond less and less to his commands the traveler decided it best to move around a bit. Raising his arms skywards Vask stretched his fingers wide and rolled out the little kinks forming in his neck. That done he grasped the wrist of one arm with the fingers of his opposite hand and leaned far to the side until his lattisimus dorsi and his upper arm began to ache with the extended stretching, and then it was time to lean the opposing direction and swap his grip the other way around. Of course this didn't do much in the way of waking him up, but he didn't intend to get up and wander around; after all, he'd just seen someone destroy a bench, and another passenger had just randomly drawn a pair of swords for no reason. If turbulence were to hit anyone standing had a pretty good chance of being impaled or flattened by the reckless actions of the people aboard.

Across the row from him Vask heard someone muttering about flying and now that his blood was flowing a bit, and his mind a tad more active he did what he usually did... He blurted out the first thing that came into his head; "And if we were meant to hunt we'd have been born with claws instead of forging guns or swords. If we were meant to communicate over long distances we'd have been born with telepathy, but instead we made phones and computers. If we were meant to survive harsh winters we'd still be born with fur." Mentally he chided himself for just forcing conversation upon the young woman who somehow seemed to be breathing fire... [i]Note to self; do not stand in front of her if she looks like she's about to sneeze.[/i] "Point of fact;" He began, beginning to gesture with his hands as his miniature tirade began to pick up. "...almost ninety percent of the things we do are unnatural, or don't fit with the gifts we've been born with, the only reason flying seems so alien and so forced is because it's something that most people aren't accustomed to doing every day."

He was about to go on, but realized that he was doing exactly what he'd promised himself he wouldn't do. He was being blunt, and overeager, and awkward in his attempts at communication. More than that, he realized, he wasn't really leaving room for her to get a word in edgewise. As his mouth opened in what was likely an attempt to continue on he lightly bit the tip of his tongue, wincing a bit at the sudden sensation, but needing the physical reminder to just shut up for a moment.

"Um... that is to say... hi?" He wearily smiled in a manner that looked to comingle apology and politeness in a single action, giving a half-hearted wave as he did so. [i]Great job.[/i] He told himself, sighing under his breath at his poor people skills. [i]Now she's gonna think there's something wrong with you and tell you to buzz off.[/i] His eyes took on a slightly distant look in that instant as he envisioned it, becoming a bit dejected from his own daydreams and losing track of what was actually going on around him.