Moving through the area, Georgette made her way towards the Hiring Hall. She'd been on the planet for a few days, settling in and getting used to things before starting to look for work. Wearing a black flight suit that seemed painted on, her leather jacket hanging open, her military patches were easy for all to see. Her long, thick crimson hair was pulled back into a french braided bun, green eyes sparkling with intelligence as she looked about, her walk that of someone with confidence and experience, as well as grace. From the look of her body from how she fit her flight suit, she was in good shape, with no visible scars, though she was only visible from the neck up. If one were observant, they'd notice the light scar just under her chin, along her throat from ear to ear. But, as most people weren't that observant, she simply didn't care.<br/><br/>Her combat boots hardly made a sound on the ground as she moved, and while she was well aware of eyes on her as she moved, she had a mission on her mind. She'd brought her own Mech, which was safely stored away where others wouldn't mess with it, and she was looking for work. There were plenty of opportunities, but she was looking for a certain one. Stopping not far from the others, she tilted her head lightly, glancing about slowly. If anyone recognized her, no one had said anything yet, even though she knew she'd been all over the vid screens for most of her life. It happened when you had a famous father in the military, a famous big brother in the military, and you happen to be somewhat goodlooking and following in their footsteps.