"On an airplane," Mohinder said smartly, sitting up and stretching. His back utterly ached and he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and go back to sleep-- At least until his stomach protested. Food, then perhaps a bit of a nap before Matt has to go through customs for his little visit. Mohinder doesn't expect anyone to give him a hard time.

Matt Parkman was a good guy, but more than that, he could get people to look the other way from time to time as needed.

"And about two hours from landing. We'll be there shortly," he promised. "If not the blood loss, then you'll need your strength for a Molly-sized tackle," he grinned, setting his hand over Matt's just for a second without quite realising what he was doing. He compensated by pulling down both of their tray tables instead and thinking heavily about stuffed elephants, carry on luggage, and if he'll have to buy another seat for it on the flight back.

It's better than the alternative thoughts in his head, isn't it?

And luckily, those were dashed as soon as he was presented with a meal to tear into!