Having selected a seat where he could survey everything around them, Jason found himself knocking out once they met with the wide open blue sky, and until there was some kind of ruckus within the jet, there was no real reason to wake up. The staff were not going to bother them during the next three hours, and he would notice when they landed on the airstrip for their destination.
Being a rich old fool, Jason owned many homes in many places, all of which were occupied by enough staff to keep things running, and many of them needing upkeep and the like, so the necessities were taken care of. There were gardens among most, places to explore and keep to themselves along the grounds, though, for the adventurer, it would be a very boring place to stay on grounds. He was hoping that Violet, being left alone on grounds at one of these such places, would be more comfortable and more likely to come down from her edge of deathly violence. This particular place was one that he tended to enjoy, and it always helped to relax him when he wasn't doing well.
The jet bounced a bit as the plane landed, the engines making familar noises as they powered down and the pilots taxied the metallic bird to their station, lowering the stairwell, and giving the seatbelt sign so that the passengers could unload themselves. The old man had awoken to all the noise and smiled, adjusting his coat before standing once the whole thing was at a stop. "We're here, darling lady. Are you ready?" He extended a hand, awaiting her reaction, a happy, charming smile on his face. The location usually brightened his spirits.