Asher sat in silence in the car, he wasn't happy either. Someone who did not work with the PIC! What was the meaning of this! Asher almost told Markus to have them call the new comer off. They could handle it themselves. But he had held his tongue and merely fumed a little along with Markus. They both ranted for a little while and Asher felt better and just shrugged it off by now. He looked over at Markus and frowned.<br/><br/>"I hate it when you smile like that Markus, it either means trouble for me, or someone else. And if my guess is right it has to do with the PIC.... I almost feel bad for them."<br/><br/>Asher laughed and looked outside, they had been given a description of the new arrival and he scanned the people coming out of the airport. A woman came out carrying some bags, she seemed to fit the description.<br/><br/>"And I think she has arrived!"<br/><br/>Asher jumped out of the car and walked up to the lady, "Excuse me but would you happen to be Miss Amberlie? I am Asher."<br/><br/>Asher smiled warmly trying his best to be pleasant.