Trudy was still adapting to the rest of the Paixao lifestyle. It was all too stagnant for her, being used to the smell of gasoline fumes suspended in a dusty hangar and the roar of Samson engines. It was odd enough that she wasn't even walking around in uniform, settling into her last outfit of a white tanktop and cargo pants. She figured she would go shopping for clothes at some point. Not that she was particularly girly in any fashion, being a fighter pilot and all, but she certainly wouldn't object to digs that were much less sandy and worn.

She spied Sapphire sitting on the bench and drawing and hadn't recognized her. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she came over to see what the little girl was doing. "Hi, are you new here, too?" she asked in a much more pleasant voice than she used for speaking with adults.