This woman had a chip on her shoulder. Ollie knew the type, but he couldn't say he was happy to spend time with them. Luckily, apparently it wasn't going to take six hours to get back to the States so he only had to deal with it for that amount of time.
Or he could jump out of the plane.
But that also seemed like a bad idea.
"Yeah, they get awful scared at the words 'Karl Marx' and 'Communism'." He said, stretching out in his seat again. He wasn't excited about the drops and rolls, but he'd ridden with Highball Hal Jordan and on the back of a motorcycle that couldn't possibly be street legal enough that he learned to just close his eyes and think of the Empire. They didn't bug him so much anymore.
"Nope." He added, sitting back in his seat and pulling his hood up, seemingly with the intent of taking a nap. "I'd hate to spoil the ending." He gestured towards the portfolio in her hands, "Looks like a real page turner."