<div align="center"><strong>Aimé Brigitte Augustin- Resisting the urge for a impromptu grammar lesson. </strong></div><hr/><br/>Unable to not make a face at Dixie's way of speech, Aimé though was used to people talking like so still the twang and drawl sent a horrible shiver down her spin. As well as the woman's dress attire, she couldn't possibly be wearing trousers to a dinner? Blinking several times Aimé let out a small cough,only briefly did she wonder the woman's breading seeing the way she dressed. "<em>*Bonjour *Mademoiselle Dixie, I am Aimé Brigitte Augustin from Louisiana, pleasure to meet you.</em>"<br/><br/>Catching the removal of the bullet out of the corner of eye she frowned and planed on buying only the best bullets instead of what was just available at the store, how Aimé was able to get out the rounds she did still surprised her. "<em>Ah, Mister Bob was it? Yes I would like to know exactly when my plane if finished, no offense to your amazing crew but you see Petite Mort is very dear to me and I would like to give her one look over when you are done.</em>" Using the sweetest voice she could along with the occasional fluttering of they eyelashes, Aimé used the tricks her Nanny taught her when dealing with certain kind of men.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">*Bonjour-Hello<br/>*Mademoisle-Miss</span>