She continued along the line until it stopped just before the changeover to the Santa Monica trams. The transition at the station was quick and quiet, done as fast as posisble to avoid anyone paying her too much attention. This one had already filled up before she had arrived, and so she stood intead looking out of the back at nothing in particular as the cable car made its way closer and closer towards the scent of salt and the sound of gulls. Of course, she wasn't exactly heading towards the beach, and this was made all the more clear by the exact route she was on; this particular line went towards the industrial part of the city, nowhere near the warm sunshine and sweet cocktails that you'd expect a starlet to head towards.

Dismounting from the tram at one of the stations, she would briefly take her hat off and use it to waft some cool air her way, and then set off again. Her high heels clacked out a steady rhythm as she walked through streets, flanked by cranes and dockworkers, until at last she would stop in front of what seemed, at first, to be another utterly unassuming seafront cargo area. The Germans had standardised international shipping almost instantly, and the flock of embossed eagles on the side of each and every one of the 40ft long crates was just another testament to the regime that now held sway over more than half the world.

"Johnny!" Jacqueline would look at one of the burly Americans standing by the door, a warmth in her voice that had been entirely hidden when she had been at the Glamour Eagle. "I thought you had today off?" She would lean back slightly, even as the man laughed and gave her a gentle poke in the chest. 

"And I thought you were working today doll. That makes two of us not doing what we were supposed to do." He would toss a head towards the site, nodding at her. "Anyway, good that you're off. Vince was hoping you'd show up at some point this week. He's just in his office." 

"This [b]week?[/b] I thought he'd have more trust in me, gosh. I come every week, he should know that." She gave the broad-shouldered worker a smack on the shoulder, striding past the gate that was held open for her as easy as you please, before turning towards a small building squatly sat in one corner of the yard, windows thrown open in a vain attempt to combat the heat.