Sam looked into the mirror and sipped his scotch as he turned slightly to the woman who was in the confined quarters with him. The turbulence of the plane caused the compartment to become a little more crowded as both parties spread out. To push themselves against the walls of the restroom. ”Sorry.” Sam said finally as he pointed at where his hand brushed past. She smirked and with a heavy French accent she asked, “Aren’t we past that?” Sam shrugged as he buttoned his pants with the plastic cup of scotch in his mouth.

”I guess.” Sam took a swig emptying the contents and then raised an eyebrow. ”So...” there was a knock on the door. “I have to go back to my seat.” She said quickly squeezing passed Sam exiting the bathroom.

”Okay, then.” he said after a moment keeping the door shut. Sam washed his hands, as was habit when leaving the airplane bathroom. He opened the door and walked back to his seat and sat down kicking the chair of the woman in front of him. ”I’m gonna get another drink, you want one?”

Sam already had two ordered before he heard a response. She might have been sleeping it was a long flight to Paris and when you can’t sleep because you’re worried your mutation is going to summon an ice monster it seemed even longer.

Something was funky in Paris.

Ghost had tried to get Sam to take Jude. It could have been a nice moment for Sam to apologise to Jude and then for the teen to reciprocate, neither of them would talk about it. It was weird having a rift between the members of her chosen family. If they would just get over their pride or whatever, they could be friends again, Ghost was sure.

The problem was that it had to be their choice.

And this wasn't even the only thing Maya was working toward as far as social schemes went. Her brother still needed to get married and Isabel seemed the most likely candidate. She worked from her phone to do the best she could to make that happen until the plane had started down the runway. Once the wheels were up off the ground, she stowed her phone as requested, having accomplished neither a marriage proposal for his brother or an apology for Jude.

Sam was sitting behind her. Maya was almost certain that was so she wouldn't see the number of drink he got free, comped, or paid. He was forgetting that even solid she had some small bit of aerial sense left to her.

When he was wobbling in his seat, Maya resolved to just roll over and go to sleep. For now, he shouldn't be able to do much damage, strapped in and with so many people he did not want to hurt. She would get her sleep schedule on track for their intended time zone and then Maya would be a lot more help to Sam, she was sure.

... so she missed the entire episode of Sam and the flight attendant in the restroom. Otherwise he would have gotten an earful.

The change in cabin pressure jogged Maya out of a weird pane dream. Something about cardboard in the vents. The ambient excitement in the air let her know that she needed to rub the sleep from her eyes and be alert for landing.

"You okay back there?" It was time to check on the face they'd seen copied here in Paris. She needed to evaluate just how pickled he was before they went through customs, otherwise she might have to declare him on her form.

”Model citizen.” Sam said as he raised one of the glasses trying to hide the other now empty one. Ghost of course would have thought he was drunk at this point but while he was pretty liquored up he was still holding his composure.

”Doesn’t matter either way.” Sam said waving his hands, ”Jack’s gonna throw me in a cell for a few hours anyways.” Sam said now just informing Ghost what he was expecting to happen when they landed. You don’t get to stroll through the customs if you are caught stealing priceless paintings and trinkets from museums. That was the reason they were there. To clear his name. Normally Sam wouldn’t care if he was banned from France but he also knew that if he allowed someone to keep using his likeness it might progressively get worse for him so here they are, that and he had to get away from the mansion.

Sam nursed his remaining drink as the plane lowered and lowered till they hit the runway. When the plane skidded to a stop Sam slammed the drink. ”When was the last time you were here?” Sam asked Ghost as if she was always going to Paris.

When the time came for them to exit the plane Sam had to catch himself once or twice on the chairs so he didn’t lose his footing. He would have blamed Ghost for not walking fast enough but he was sure they both knew the real reason he still had his ‘air legs’.

While the plan was to get through customs it seemed the authorities had another plan. The inspector who had first told Sam about his thieving habits in Paris was waiting for them or rather just Sam for he didn’t pay much mind to Ghost. Inspector Jacques, or ‘Jack’ as Sam had called him was waiting for the icemancer with a few armed officers and a pair of handcuffs swinging around his fingers.

“It seems you’ve enjoyed your flight in…” he could have probably smelled the alcohol on Sam, it was a long flight and with an upturned nose like Jacques it was practically aimed at them. ”Yup.” was all Sam had said in response, ”ready for my escort, and as discussed I brought a plus one.” Sam nodded his head to Ghost as he raised his hands ready to be cuffed. ”I’m sure you can explain everything to us on the way to the station?” Sam asked curiously.

Jacques hesitated for a second almost worried he was going to seem to friendly in front of his subordinates, “Something like that.” He agreed and gave a slight smirk to the icemancer as he stepped forward and cuffed Sam. It was quite obvious the cuffs were just for show. “Now if you and your friend will follow me I’d like to get the investigation underway. I’ll have one of my men collect your things and bring them to the station.”