<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-3.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/E/m/o/o/Emoo/gsp2.jpg)</div>A commotion up ahead on the ship she made her way towards.    Climbing aboard she would see the outcome of what had transpired.   Hear the few comments tossed.   It really wasn't any of her business so she wouldn't voice any questions on it.   A steely gaze she through transfixed on the others.   An appraising one,  as if seizing up who would be first to react and that be the one she deal with first.   Confidence is in her step, with the sway of her hips.<br/><br/>Comes to a halt,  canters a look at each an everyone.  Angelique looks over to the captain of the ship.<br/><br/><em>"Where can I stow my stuff there deary."</em><br/><br/>A bemused gleam to her gaze now as she took stock of the scene before her.   Each little posture, look told her what had just occurred.   She was good like that reading people.   A slight chuckle given,  no outward reason why.   Caused by a seemingly inner private joke to herself.