A cold sweat trickles down Bonnie’s forehead and she does her best to dab it away with her hand. This would certainly be the first time she set foot on a plane since the last one had been hijacked. Whilst she was traveling with Kitt and Michael, it doesn’t seem to make her any less apprehensive. Swallowing thickly Bonnie consents. “Alright. You’ve got yourself a deal.” Maybe not broaching the subject would be best.

“Good.” She replies. Just to be certain, she takes an extra glance not because she doubted Kitt, but because Bonnie needed to mentally reassure herself of his safety. She knows he is just about as comfortable as a mouse in a lion’s den. Unfortunately, she shares the sentiment and is powerless to change it.

“I think we might have come up with a few suspects,” Bonnie returns. “May I?” She asks, indicating with a gentle touch to his driver’s side door. The brunette would much rather speak about the case in private than broadcast the Foundation’s investigation. After all, one could never be too careful. Plus it would be easier to have the bonus of Kitt’s computers to help rule out suspects.