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The outer glass of the airplane is grappled by a pair of violet talons, yet meek enough to allow the plane's continued flight. A knock can be felt from the outside resonating inside, made so by a jabberwock. She holds a pack of rootbeers by one hand, a full teeth grin on her face with shut eye.

"Hey, saw you in the sky. How about docking for some stargazing?" she asks, wavering the mighty pack of thirst quencher along her clawed fingers.