"Look like it. Uh, should I go?" Alma asked, noting the ire in the siblings starting to rise, and wanted to defuse the situation quick-like.
"1 and 1/2 hours until arrival." The P.A. on the airship, dubbed the H.M.S. (Her Majesty's Ship) Nike, ringed out. Hilda was watching a taped tournament bout, rubbing her temples as she looked at the old televised match. "Your milk and headache medicine, miss." A butler said, walking to Hilda with a tray carrying such items. She grabbed the milk, popped in the meds, and chugged down the cold milk until it was gone. "Thanks, Williams." She said, using a napkin to wipe her lips and placed the empty glass and used napkin on the tray.