Lisa/Fury

Lisa had to endure the indignity of laying in a hammock, sailing across the skies, for the hours and hours that it took the slower moving drones to fly them to their destination. Predicting that the elevation and speed would mean cold, cold winds, Lisa at least had the thick clothing to rug up and ignore the worst of it, as she spent the majority of her time on her phone, while the blue sky above whistled past with the occasional cloud.

By the time they arrived, the girl had to stumble about and gain her bearings back, having essentially 'lay down' the whole trip. So while Bolt beings his immediate proper sweep, Lisa groaned and arches her body about as she stretched and regained feeling in her limbs in the background.