<strong>Aimé Brigitte Augustin-  At Tower E17 East. </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Arching a eyebrow, though the movement went unnoticed thanks the brim of the top hat. Aimé watched her plane closely as it was brought in; not liking that another had been messing with her plane without her knowledge. Pretty much ignoring the German kissing her hand, only feeling his warm breath through the material of her glove; she often found that men in theses situations would try to charm the ladies so that they would like them, Aimé gave the man a causal glance as he asked for her name "<em>my name is Aimé Brigitte Augustin, monsieur Oberammergau</em>" acknowledging the other man's question she only gave a curt nod of her head.<br/><br/>"<em>Qui, you would be correct, at least in my case.</em>" Finally standing up Aimé went to move her mask from around her hats band, allowing it to rest lazily around her neck, not one to brag about her skills at all, a few men would often talk about the pilot that would fly a plane called little death and wonder who 'he' was. She moved a bit forward still watching her plane, 'La Petite Morte' "I do hope everyone is in tip top condition to fly today. It will makes so much more fun" violet, blue eyes flashed in amusement as the time neared to take flight or whichever was needed to show her merit. Smiling she went over to her plane, pulling off the left hand glove she ran it over the cool metal of the blood red plane, pausing only at the skull Aimé gave it a affectionate pat "<em>shall we show them what we are made of Petite Morte?</em>"<br/><br/>With ease she climbed into the cockpit of the plane, checking all the gauges and fuel, then climbing out on the wing to check her ammunition. The rubber on the bottom of her shoes making it easy for her to walk on the smooth wing, Aimé smiled at the crew chief "<em>she is good condition Monsieur I thank you for keeping her in such good shape.</em>" Turning around she looked at those already there "<em>bonne chance is in order I suppose.</em>" Turning back around Aimé placed her mask in its proper place, her eyes becoming invisible behind the tinted lens giving her, more or less the bringer of death look.