[ for a brief snippet of time, there is only quiet on daisy's end of the line. or, rather, there's no talking, but there's enough noise to ensure no one assumes the call was dropped. it's just the noise of daisy shuffling, picking up her laptop and beginning to tap on the keys and the touchpad, slow at first and then more enthusiastically as she picks up steam. ]

Matt... [ she blows out a breath, but it's not annoyance or irritation that colors her voice. it's a nervous, anxious energy as she peers at a flight pricing graph. he hadn't told her the dates, but she does know when finals are — and knowing the type of conference he'd be attending makes it a lot easier to cross-reference the topic and the destination to find the right one. ] Jesus, this is highway robbery.

[ who on earth would pay two hundred dollars to sit on a plane? ]

You know I was just gonna hitch a ride, right? Like, there's an app for that and everything, I can be there in two days at the most.