Okay, enough of this shit. They had food and water, and she was guessing fuel. As long as they didn't hit any huge storms or anything weird- well, they were lost in the Triangle, so they were probably still fucked. But at least they could enjoy the trip to Hell.
"Good to know," she replied to the captain, raising her almost empty bottle of whiskey in a toast. She'd been mixing the Jack with a healthy dose of painkillers and cold meds and was feeling pretty damned good, really.
"He's answered everything he can people. Which means nobody knows shit and getting worked up over it ain't gonna help none. So here's to being totally boned, as our bleached friend put so perfectly. Might as well enjoy the ride."
Knocking back the rest of the whiskey, Maddie grabbed the guy lingering nearby by the front of his shirt and laid one on him. Full on, examining the tonsils, not remotely family friendly kiss. She kept it up until she had to breathe.
Letting go of him, she gave his ass a smack for good measure, then waved to the room as she went to find more booze and crash. She'd deal with this later.