Truth be told, as long as he was on his medication, Jai was an extremely difficult person to anger. He had double the amount of patience for women, any woman, that he did for any man at that. He was the sort of guy that didn't sweat the small stuff and was seldom even annoyed. But when he realized that Christine was shirking responsibility and pushing off a difficult job on him? A job that was very clearly a front desk job and the sort of thing she bloody well should have experience with? Oh yes, that did it. His relatively good mood died a violent, bloody death. In one brief moment that this poor woman wasn't looking in his direction, he shot Christine the darkest look he never knew he could muster, and it would have curdled milk. Then he took a breath, and dug up all his concern as he dismissed Christine entirely and put his focus on her.
Fuck, fuckity fuck fuck. A plane crash. How should he handle this? Bugger if he knew, this wasn't his department. He didn't fancy the idea of having to lie to her, but it seemed to him that the option was far removed from his hands. "Don't worry at all, Miss, you've done right by them. The police are aware and on the scene, I was listening to the report on the scanner. I'm quite certain the other passengers will end up here. For now, why don't you let us take care of you? I'd consider it a personal favor if you'd let me take you to the infirmary, just in case. And I'm quite certain Christine would be happy to comp a room for you."