Clara’s face turned red as she looked at the man. “Well, I do have a right to express my discomfort, don’t I? If I’m being forced to sit next to this animal, then at least he should stay on the floor and out of my personal space,” she snapped. She reached into her bag to take a swig from her water bottle.
Liam’s patience was wearing thin. “He is on the floor. And if you’re really so uncomfortable, I can try to find another seat,” he said, though he knew the flight was full, and there was no real possibility of switching seats. He really hoped perhaps the flight attendants might be able to help.