Underneath the brim of the hat, Annie could see pretty, if a bit tomboyish features. Cheeks smudged with some dirt, deep red locks of hair tucked up inside of the hat, and a pair of relaxed, calm blue eyes. The cowgirl caught the other's eyes and offered her a small wink, as if realizing the girl had leaned forward in an attempt to peek underneath.<br/><br/>"When're we gonna be landin'?" Scrap called out to the pilot, her voice rising in an attempt to be heard over the roaring chopper. "Or is this just a fancy lil' dee-tour on our way to the real action?" Casually she leaned back, and propped her arms up on the seat behind her, letting her hands dangle. She didn't seem to be nervous so much as...impatient. Slowly circling a deathclaw killing ground was plenty to get a gunslinger antsy. Nearby, the woman's old, rusty winchester rifle sat leaning against the seat. Surely she couldn't be planning to fight full grown deathclaws with that piece of junk, could she?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>