<strong>Aimé Brigitte Augustin-  At Tower E17 East. </strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Y'all look a bit overdressed for a merc pilots."<br/><br/>Chuckling as she sat down on the wing of her plane, Aimé crossed her legs one over the other.<em>"Why my dear girl, if one does not dress professionally or the part how do you expect to get the proper job?</em>" Once again the French Louisianian chuckled "<em>also Dixie Mae was it? How do you know you aren't 'overdressed' as you say?</em>" Fingering the red amulet hanging around her neck, Aimé smiled politely and mentally she agreed with Alec. The woman's clothing did lean to the fact that she might have spent more time on land than in the sky.<br/><br/>"<em>But one must never judge a book by its cover, no matter how they look n'est-ce pas?</em>" True her own appearance would be considered odd but she had a image to up hold, one must look like death if they were to fly it. Also her outfit served her well, the mask preventing the sun to blind her, her gloves keeping her fingers warm when flying to high up, and lastly the long black coat concealed her guns and dagger, among other little trick she had up her sleeves. Lifting her hand up she gently touched the mask on her face, also it would rude to not wear a gift from her dear Nanny. Shaking her head Aimé cleared her thoughts quickly not wanting to be caught up in childhood memories and become homesick.