Gaeta. She doesn't even notice how flimsy the cover story is; it's there. He's there when she needs him.

'Have to go,' she tells Jean hurriedly. 'Safe skies!'

Then she flees, pushing through the crowd, making her way over to Gaeta as quickly as she's able.

'Thank you,' she gasps in relief. 'Thank you. I was about to flip out at someone who probably only halfway deserves it.' Not that she can tell for certain. She's still pale and shaken.