[color=f26522]CELESTE BROWN[/color] - Sandy Coves Inn -- late afternoon to early evening

Sara replied in a reassuring tone.  “We'll be alright Celeste. As long as I'm staying here I'll keep an eye out for you…it's the least I can do after all.” 

Celeste nodded wordlessly.  Suddenly, Brandy burst in, slamming the door behind her causing some glass jars in her basket to rattle. “Not again, twice in one day?” She appeared calmer when she saw Sara. “Hi Sara, Celeste you look great. I sure hope this stuff stops outside.” 

Celeste tucked some curls behind her ear and smiled bashfully.  "Do you think so?  Thanks, Brandy!  I've got a date tonight," she giggled.

She sat her picnic basket on the counter, “Oh Celeste, thank you for the wheelchairs. I fixed two up and Shelby's girlfriend Eliza was allowed to leave the clinic because she didn't have to walk on her injured leg.”

"Gosh, Brandy, you're so [i]handy[/i].  Makes me a little jealous.  I did make these scones, though.  You should help yourself."

Steve bumbled past and made some comment to Sara about shoes, then addressed her as 'madam'.  “Madam, Rook is currently eliminating some raider scouts we spotted from the roof; please do not worry about the noises....They will be dead pretty quickly.”

“How about I shove one of these feet up your ass and then you can talk to me about the rules of combat!?” she replied.  Steve was already out the door, and didn't hear.

Celeste smiled at Sara.  "That's a funny idea.  How would you ever get a foot up a butt?"

Celeste peered into Brandy's picnic basket.  "I'm gonna be nosy and ask, what'cha got in there?"

A final, particularly loud and close sounding gunshot rang out.  Celeste gripped the edge of the counter and blinked, suddenly paralyzed in fear.  "Oh my god, oh my god!  I thought this town was going to be safe!" she squeaked.

"Good heavens, what seems to be --" Archie's electronic voice came from behind Celeste.

"AHHHHH!" she screamed, nearly jumping out of her skin.  

"Manager Celeste!  Are you in distress?  Your skin is pale and clammy."

"You scared the daylights out of me," she panted in response, clutching her chest.

"My apologies, Manager.  What seems to be the trouble?"

"Gunshots, outside.  Where have you been?"

"Re-organizing the basement.  No matter, though.  Shall I investigate, as before?"

Celeste looked between Brandy and Sara.  "I...I don't know." She gazed, wide-eyed and scared, at Sara.  "Do you think we're in danger?"