<div align="center"><strong>Aimé Brigitte Augustin- Slightly impressed and hungry just a bit. </strong></div><hr/><br/>Sad that there was no red wine, Aimé accepted the lemonade cringing only a slight bit from how tart it was. "<em>Come now *Monsieur Macpherson, not all Americans are horrible I mean the same could be said about a few Canadians...</em>" A twinkle appeared in her violet eyes as she stood among the other pilots, Miss Lamarr and Mister Johnston.<br/><br/>"<em>But yes those Defenders were a insult to planes in the air</em>" cracking her fan open Aimé leisurely fanned herself as she waited for dinner. Smiling behind the black satin fan she gave a polite nod to Johnston "why thank you sir, it is nice to hear such things every once in a while."<br/><br/>Continuing to fan herself her violet eyes darted left to right, observing everyone present Aimé's eyes lingering on a few people before quickly going to the next, so far no one had really stuck out to the young Louisianian. All seemed okay though a few only appeared to be here for the promise of money or fame, but all in all a okay group to fly with as long as they had her back while up in the air. Tilting her head to the side Aimé wondered how long it would be before the final pilot joined them so they could begin to eat. "<em>*Je voudrais qu'il dépêchez-vous, j'ai faim."</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">*Monsieur-Sir.</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">*Je voudrais qu'il dépêchez-vous, j'ai faim- I wish he would hurry up, I'm hungry..</span><br/>