Clara suddenly snapped, leaning forward and pointing at Atlas. “That dog is breathing too audibly. This is unacceptable,” she accused, her voice rising. She was desperate for someone to take her side, but the cabin remained largely quiet, with some passengers casting disapproving glances her way or others just mocking her.
The flight attendants approached, sensing the growing conflict. One of them, trying to remain calm, reassured Clara. “Ma’am, please remain calm. We have only half an hour more till the flight lands.” She was maintaining an even tone with a lot of effort.