[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 Gate
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	[color=00ccff]"...He's from Texas, they talk a bit differently,"[/color] Cecily told Roy with a slight smile. It was the closest she had come to joking since Natasha died - and while it truly wasn't a long time, it emotionally felt like it had been. She still felt guilty and blamed herself for Natasha's death, but seeing Roy again was a good distraction and helped her to take her mind off of it. Yet she took another breath, nodding as Gavin said they needed to go claim the body. Every flight she had been on recently involved some transportation of a corpse. 

	Her eyes then drifted slightly and she spotted who she assumed to be Lincoln. He looked the part of a grieving fiancé and he vaguely matched the picture she had seen on Natasha's phone. [color=00ccff]"Yes, that's N-Natasha's fiancé,"[/color] Cecily explained, the words catching in her throat slightly. Her knees felt a bit like jelly as she walked over to Lincoln, not sure whether or wave or smile or grimace or what. [color=00ccff]"H-Hi....I'm C-Cecily...Cecily Ashworth, w-we spoke on the phone..."[/color]