Lurking in the shadows of the entryway, Devi took the approach of eager young aide as her cue.  She stumbled quickly down the ramp, making a show of being a young woman still unused to the two inch high ceremite heals in her 'inherited' armor.  "Miss Calamity!" she called, "I have your bag," the green eyed girl had just enough exposure to harsher air to do that without coughing, though her eyes were a bit watery with her helmet off.  She wore a light, snug set of fine quality, form fitted flack armor with, as a I mentioned before, two inch high ceremite heals.<br/><br/><i>Got to pull this just right.</i><br/><br/>She hit a patch of loose earth.<br/><br/>She squealed cutely, staggered forwards, but, rather than save herself, shielded Miss Calamity's bag under one arm, and, twisting wildly, fell right into the guardsman's arms so that, if he was gentleman enough to catch her, he'd find himself with an armful of youthful damsel, thin waisted and lightly cuved at the hip, even in armor, with an inocent, pale face, smooth and symmetrical, coal black hair falling to his feet, and green eyes looking up into his, widening just so, as her cheeks went rosy.