The snoring ends, and you freeze as voices thunder from above; the stewardess asks the teenager if there's anything she can get her, a snack or a drink. As the conversation progresses, the high-heeled shoes before you turn in place to face the seat solidly, shifting weight every now and then from side to side, distorting the carpet fibres so casually.
Behind, the teenager's feet have settled more firmly onto the ground, and one even idly kicks at her bag, a simple blow enough to send the cavernous edifice under her seat with no effort. You are left in the open, between two sets of enormous feet, praying that neither female looks downward to spot your inch-tall form.
You are hungry though, so the idea of freeloading some of the food this teenager is asking for strikes you as genius. She won't notice the small amount you require, so it's not really a crime. No more than smuggling yourself aboard this flight in the first place, anyhow!
Turning back to the teenager, you see her grungy shoes set fairly solid to the floor; now would be the perfect time to scamper up her leg, ready to grab scraps and crumbs from her lap. If you don't go now, she'll become more restless before long and your chance will be gone.
Of course, you're not tied to this girl; if the stewardess is bringing food down the aisle then any other one of the individuals on the flight will be just as capable of providing you with sustenance. Just gotta go stretch your legs, hope no one sees you wandering around, and strike when you find a likely mark.
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