The redhead has that 'lost' look about, the kind of look that makes it hard to tell where her attention is as she moves next to her brother.  Well, a step behind.  One duffel slung over one shoulder, and on the other a grey and battered looking messenger bag.  Boots, a mid-thigh skirt, and a large sweater, purple and pink, hangs loosely on her torso with a bra-strap exposed on her left shoulder, the sweater a bit to big to cover her properly.<br/><br/><br/>Lucas smiles, taking a step back, and places his arm around her shoulders, pulling her up even with him.<strong>"Come on now.  You made it.  Cheer up a bit."</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes track constantly, something drawing her gaze from one person the next, the young woman not looking back to her brother as she speaks, a slight detached and distracted quality to her words,<strong>"I am fine, I have been for sometime."</strong>she says, flicking to the ships, looking over their registration numbers.  Turning towards one,<strong>"That one."</strong><br/><br/>Lucas nods, having noticed the ship as well, but feels less urgency to get there.<strong>"Okay then.  Let's go show off what we can do."</strong>He looks down at her shapely legs, nodding approvingly.<strong>"Speaking of showing off, nice legs."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"It's not my legs you're looking at Lucas."</strong>she states, a little more focused.<strong><em>&lt;&lt;You forget I can hear what you think.&gt;&gt;</em></strong>she sends telepathically.  She moves out ahead, walking towards the ship, starting up the cargo ramp, and once in the bay proper, sets the duffel down,<strong>"Bella Lalonde."</strong>she says in greeting to the other standing there,<strong>"My brother Lucas."</strong>she contiues, motioning to Lucas, who's likely not far behind.<br/><br/>He sighs briskly, nodding.<strong>"I do forget that, probably will again."</strong>He jogs to catch up to her, suitcase in his other hand as he heads up the ramp.<strong>"Nice to meet you."</strong><br/><br/>