Jessica was in a delima. She had two options about this problem:
One: Hide the bag and lie about the man who planted it there in the first place
OR:
Two: Let the little kid get blamed for the smoke bomb and feel guilty about not helping her later.
After weighing the two choices with considerable concequences, she made her decision. Hide the bag and lie. She boldly put her novel down(page was well marked) and stode up to the flight attendant, apparently talking with the man who's checking bags and so on.
"Umm, ma'am?" that got her attention. She blinked at her and responded, in a rather jerky sort of way.
"Yes, how can I help?" she asked as she pointed to the girl's bag, the smoke that was attached to it.
"I have heard earlier that the man was planting something in the poor girl's bag. I did hear it before I was shown to my seat," she said, and done it with conviction. The flight attendant blinked at her and motioned for the man to come forward.
"This woman says that she overheard someone planting the smoke bomb in the girl's bag. Should I?" the flight attendant asked as the man shook his head. Apparently, Jessica noted, that there were people who has the appearence of an agrumentive nature. And she was right.
"I doubt the conviction of her words. I don't foresee..." he began and sure enough, an argument was shortly about to follow of who's right and who's wrong. Perfect. Jessica took the girl's bag, take the bomb and planted it in the man's bag when everyone was focused on the argument. By the time the yells died down, she went back to her seat. 17a. Yawned, she buried the bag, the girl's bag, into her case and continued to read. However, she wasn't that discreet enough. The man saw her, and glared at her, as though he was reading 'traitor!' across her face.
"Ma'am, nice show. You did it to divert everyone's attention away so that you can hide the bag. What do you have to say for yourself?" the man asked, his coolness clearly indicated. All that Jessica have to do was to respond.
"That bag was mine. It's a present for my baby cousin in Paris. And some chavanistic pig of a man (if you excuse my language) decided for a joke, to put a smoke bomb in my present! Is that satisfactory for you?"
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