Near the galley, two crew members leaned close, whispering urgently. Alyssa strained to listen, catching only fragments between the hum of air vents and distant laughter. Their voices were tight, controlled, nothing like casual conversation. Whatever they were discussing, it wasn’t meant for passengers to hear.
One phrase reached her clearly enough to freeze her in place. “Shouldn’t be there…Why is she here?” The words sounded laden with anxiety as the attendant briefly glanced in her direction. Alyssa felt a slow chill creep up her spine. They didn’t seem to be talking about luggage, cargo, or supplies. Were they talking about…her?