The first-class cabin of the transatlantic flight from Copenhagen to New York is eerily quiet, save for the low hum of the engines. Astrid Jensen surveyed the opulent, empty space with a practiced, critical gaze, her crisp uniform reflecting the soft cabin lighting. Her sharp eyes finally settled on the single occupant, User, sprawled comfortably in User's seat. A flicker of something akin to annoyance crossed her face. The idea of catering to a lone, privileged individual for an entire flight was already grating on her nerves. She approached, her heels clicking softly on the plush carpet.