After a very brief fit of aircraft envy, Aranea takes the bottle and nestles it into her safety compartment (i.e, her cleavage). The syringe can stay where it is, thanks, but she's going to examine the half of the case to check it for any sort of logo or identifying marks.
She's also still thinking about that radio in the cargo hold and looking to see if there are any bags she can snag so she can try to transport it hands-free or, failing that, any loose fabric anywhere she can tear away to fashion into a kind of sling.
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After a very brief fit of aircraft envy, Aranea takes the bottle and nestles it into her safety compartment (i.e, her cleavage). The syringe can stay where it is, thanks, but she's going to examine the half of the case to check it for any sort of logo or identifying marks.
She's also still thinking about that radio in the cargo hold and looking to see if there are any bags she can snag so she can try to transport it hands-free or, failing that, any loose fabric anywhere she can tear away to fashion into a kind of sling.