Driving Miss Ginnie (Attn: Ginnie - Private)
Arriving at the motor pool, Alec continued to blend in the shadows. He watched as mercs of every shape, size and age filtered through, responding to Ellis' call to arms. Taking his time, he worked his way around to the area where Ginnie's gear was being loaded. Cocking his head a bit, he realized that he even considered her sexy in kevlar. Black denim, sure...kitten shirt, ok...leather, of course...kevlar...now, that's a surprise. Yup...he was in deep.
Feeling a bit of a warm glow, he watched as she casually directed men and women who would likely decimate him in a fair fight. These dangerous folk all deferred to her, most on multiple levels. Smiling, he nodded at the look in some of their eyes. There was some apprehension, sure. Some fear in others, perhaps. There were several, though, who looked to her with admiration. All looked to her and hoped to uphold her expectations. That must be what leadership looked like. Something he'd likely never display...thankfully. Alec thought he might crack under scrutiny like that...all those people waiting for possible praise, worried about condemnation. A short while passed...the mercs filtered out, and the vehicle was loaded.
He watched for a moment as she looked into the back of the vehicle, making sure all of her ammunition and toys were in order. She leaned over some boxes. She untied her ponytail, shook out her hair, ran her hands through it and put it back into a ponytail. Smiling beneath his mask, he noted that she didn't really *seem* to be doing anything vital. Almost as if she was waiting for something...or someone. Checking the area for witnesses, he strode up beside her, more silent than the breeze and with slightly less presence.
Relaxing his focus on blending, he looked over her shoulder and asked
Looking for something, mon coeur?