<strong>Aimé Brigitte Augustin- Ready to do some shopping. </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Enjoying the simple meal she listen to each person, joining in on the conversation when appropriate. Agreeing to Miss Lamarr's terms<div class="floatright">(http://www.photobucketi.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/elizabeth-taylor_a728cb1b-1024x768.jpg)</div><br/>Aimé bid everyone a pleasant night as they retired from dinner. Sleeping as well as one can on a dirigible she awoke for no reason, having securely closed the door to her bunk and tied a set of bells to the door's knob to alert her if anyone comes in.<br/><br/><br/>As the dirigible lands, she awakens and gets ready. Curling her hair and then make up, Aimé picks out one of her demure looking gowns not wanting to really stand out in Denver. She had been once or twice before this, and had some lovely shops to revisit now that she was back. Grabbing her trademark black jacket she slipped it on as she stepped out of her room. Shutting the door tightly behind her, Aimé twirled the closed parasol in her hands lazily.<em>"We have landed qui?" </em><br/><br/>Hearing yes by several men she smiled charmingly<em>"lovely,  I promised Miss Clementine to hep her with some shopping. If one of you will be so kind to find her for me"</em>fighting back the giggle as a few younger men ran off to go find Dixie. She turned and made her way over to her plane, Aimé gently petted it's worn side, checking to see what had all been done while she waited for the other female pilot.<br/>