See, I guess I've just been on far too many flights in my life, because I'm completely blase about it after the initial "oh my god, I hate heights -- get me out of the window seat!" Of course, if I were on a flight with terrorists, I'd be the last person they'd suspect of trying to take back the plane -- being all quiet, meek, and submissive to the crazy Kewpie Doll stewardesses and all. *innocent look*

That bitch, though, is just plain whacked out. Someone needed to hit her with something as soon as she stepped onto the plane.