Clara continued to fidget, adjusting her seatbelt and glancing over her shoulder at the flight attendants, hoping they would intervene. But no one did. The noise of the plane hummed around her, and Atlas’s calm demeanor only seemed to excite her further. Her discomfort began to visibly show in her body language.
She muttered to her neighbor, loud enough for others to hear, “Dogs shouldn’t be on planes. It’s a risk, and it’s uncomfortable.” Her words were harsh, spoken with an air of self-righteousness, but the silence that greeted her words spoke volumes. No one agreed or sympathized with her.