The Gentleman He is

. . .

Miss Villanueva's scream echoed around the entire cabin. She was about to stand up and barge inside Jin and Zeirenne's room, but a slight turbulence had the pilot announcing that they all should stay seated. Panic was painted all over her face but she had to choice but to buckle herself up--muterring curses while gritting her teeth.

On the other room, Zeirenne was in the middle of enjoying her lunch when Jin started acting weird. His face was flushed and it would seem like he was having a fever. Breathing heavily while loosening his tie around his neck.

"What's wrong?" Zeirenne asked him while having a spoonful of in-flight fancy meal. "Is the turbulence making you queasy? Should we ask for some medicine?"

Instead of replying, Jin shook his head. His eyes were closed, and Zeirenne wasn't sure if he could hear her. 

"Hey!" She waved her fork in front of Jin. "What are you feeling?"

"H-hot..."

"Huh?"

"I-it's so hot..."