<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste debated whether she truly wanted to stretch her legs or not.  She'd just gotten comfortable, or at least as comfortable as she ever seemed to get on a plane.  She was dressed in a simple white blouse and dark blue, almost black, trousers.  At her belt was slung a heavy revolver.  She refused to travel anywhere without it.  Next to her was a beige stetson that clashed rather badly with the rest of her outfit, a hat that was stained, worn, and generally abused.  With a sigh she grabbed it in one hand as she swung herself up onto her feet and followed the other woman off the plane.<br/><br/>"No need to be afraid miss."  She said with a wink to Tina as she passed, but barely heard the response.  She was not going to force an airsick, homesick, or just plain antisocial woman off a plane.<br/><br/>In comparison to the woman that had preceded her, despite her choice of dress, Celeste's clothes were perfectly tailored.  Her makeup was maybe a bit heavy, but was artfully applied.  She might have looked the lady that she had some claim to be if she wasn't dressed like a man.<br/><br/>The docks were a bit rundown, but no different than a hundred places she had seen before.  She yawned and stretched, her eyes coming to settle on Lucienne Petit as the other woman spoke.<br/><br/>"Celeste Lake."  Celeste answered with a firm handshake.<br/><br/>