Jasmine chuckled softly at Cindy's brash attitude. The petite woman had her own unique charm and Jasmine found her refreshing while also being mildly annoyed at the way the woman simply made herself at home and hinted broadly that large tips for her time were expected. It was an odd combination and Jasmine wasn't sure what to do with it really. She was used to staff that treated their employers with a certain reserved respect, even when they'd been with them for years but this girl flounced down as if<em>she</em>and not Jasmine, were paying for it.<br/><br/>Odd indeed.<br/><br/>She ignored the comments and slipped into the bathroom. She was just out of sorts from the trip, and from the loss of her parents. Surely a shower would lighten her mood and make her find the girl less annoying. She had no idea said girl was going through her luggage.<br/><br/>There was nothing of any real interest in the bags. Clothing in abundance and for nearly any occasion or weather condition that could arise and accessories to match. Her personal laptop in it's own case would reveal nothing of interest as it was simply that, for her own personal use and nothing work related had ever gone through it's hard drive. The most interesting item (for the truly nosy) was her personal journal. Like her computer this had nothing to do with work but was new and was filled with pages of her pain over the loss of her parents and her need to escape her reality for a time and just be somewhere on her own. Many of the pages were smudged and tear stained, evidence of a very real pain that she was trying to come to grips with. Her Kindle was in her bags as well, loaded with books on everything from history, to horror, to cheap romances. If you couldn't find the type in there it either didn't exist, or simply hadn't been pointed out to her yet.<br/><br/>Too many agents had gone missing for her to pack anything concerning her job. Her employers had been less then happy when she had told them she'd be out of contact for the entire month but she'd put her foot down. Nothing was coming with her that could point to her being anything but the mourning heiress. She didn't expect Cindy to be going through her bags, at least not yet, but she had expected someone to go through her things eventually. She'd packed with care and had brought nothing that wouldn't go with her on any other vacation.<br/><br/>True to her word the water turned off in less than 15 minutes and she stepped into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair, "So, what are we doing first Cindy? I need to know what you have in mind so I know what to wear."