[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9F58z5NN/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Flight UA 2199 (Seat 2B)
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] Deduction[/center][hr]	Cecily had her fingers curled around the arm rests of the first class seat, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. It wasn't that she hadn't flown first class before - her parents had pretty much refused to fly anything else and her childhood was [i]filled[/i] with plane flights. She asked for just a sprite when drinks came around, thinking that if she had anything stronger than basically carbonated sugar water, she wouldn't be able to keep it down. Her tears had stopped for the most part, but she still couldn't help but replay the events over and over again in her mind, blaming herself for Natasha ending up in a life threatening medical condition just outside of the border. No one deserved to die alone - but Cecily didn't know if she counted as company, having barely known Natasha. She considered her a friend. She loved singing with her on the car ride. But...she still couldn't help but feel that Lincoln, Natasha's fiancé, should have been the one to be there with her. Or someone who had known her longer than what felt like a few short hours. 

	She glanced up, her heart clenching as there seemed to be some commotion near the doors. She had hoped that the seat next to her would be empty for the flight. Every time someone came on the plane, she couldn't help but stare at them, wondering [i]are you going to murder me?[/i] The man that came onto the plane was a foot taller than her, her eyes pretty much at crotch level as she was seated and she saw the badge - [i]Texas Ranger[/i]. Her stomach felt like it was about to invert on itself. He was [i]definitely[/i] not there by accident. She half expected him to haul her off of the plane and throw her into custody for murder, when instead, he took the seat down next to her and pulled out a piece of paper. 

	Cecily stared at him with wide eyes as he read off her name. She couldn't get any sort of malicious vibe from him, but it was nerve racking nonetheless. [color=00ccff]"...That's me,"[/color] Cecily confirmed quietly, still gripping the armrests as she turned to look at him, her heart pounding. [color=00ccff]"...If you're here to question me, I want a lawyer."[/color] She had been raised by lawyers and worked in forensics. If he was going to question her and suspect her for a crime she didn't commit - Natasha had died of natural causes from what she could tell - then she was going to get one of her parents' colleagues to come and serve as her representative. It had been drilled into her since she was little: [i]if a cop questions you, ask for a lawyer.[/i] The same standard held for Texas Rangers, she was certain.