As Victoria hurriedly made her way to the cockpit, whispers began to circulate among the first-class passengers. The atmosphere had shifted dramatically, the earlier irritation giving way to an electric anticipation. Eleanor remained composed, her focus unwavering despite the sticky mess on her lap.

When the captain, a seasoned pilot with a calm demeanor, arrived, Eleanor explained the situation with the same measured cadence. He listened intently, nodding in understanding, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and respect for the woman before him.

“I’m deeply sorry for the inconvenience, Mrs. Vance,” the captain said, addressing Eleanor with the formality her position deserved. “We’ll ensure that everything is taken care of upon arrival.”