Kyle was pacing, growling, grumbling and endlessly impatient as he waited for the landing. The minute the wheels hit the runway, Gibney was bounded up the stairs, he perched eagerly at the top of them as they connected to the plane, he inside the moment the door opened. He had not understood why Jason had insisted on going to pick Aidrian up alone. Yes he had given one good reason, Gibney needed to be training, but there was something in his insistence was... off. Wrong. It set him on edge.
He was in the plane and sniffing quickly, he down on all fours, knees showing through the holes in his jeans. He had showered a short time ago and dawned a non-ripped t-shirt, blue eyes sharp as he sniffed quickly at the air. Hmmm. Did not smell of tiger man, so he was not here. He slowly began to relax, heckles rising as his eyes fell on Aidrian, a toothy, excited grin claiming his features. "'Ey." He offered in greeting.