[right][color=00ff66][b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5659292]Mags[/url][/b][/color][/right]

The helicopter dipped, and Mag's stomach dipped with it, but minutes later the helicopter landed near two small buildings. The engines ramped down, but the rotor was still spinning. She wondered where the hanger was for it, surely they didn't leave it out in the weather?

The strange man's spoke and pointed to the door, his meaning was obvious. The door slid open and people began pouring out. Mags gathered her bags from under the seat and waited for a moment for the jam of people trying to leave all at once to clear, then she slipped out, keeping bent over with one hand holding down her fur hat while the duffle and the canvas bread bag were slung over her shoulder. 

Once out from under the rotors, Mags straightened herself, then pulls out her phone and took pictures of the... students? The buildings beyond them, then turned around to take a picture of the helicopter and that tall glass tower on the hill. Mags slipped her phone back into her pocket, then pulled out her ear plugs, rubbing her ears as everything around her stopped being muffled and back into clear, sharp noise.

One eyebrow rose sharply in a well-practiced arch as she surveyed the other people who'd come out to meet them, but then she was there in her uniform duds - and not even American duds - no doubt, she looked strange to them, as well. How many would come over and speak loud at her, she wondered, thinking she didn't understand English? Four years among the Romanian Army had sharpened her pronunciation and even taught her a few words undoubtedly kept out of Romanian-English tourist dictionaries.

At least her bangs covered the right side of her face, hiding her burn scars. Her command at first wanted her to maintain their grooming standards, but even they were repulsed by the burns and relented.

Since they had promised to pay her, there had to be someplace to go to spend their money - possibly that town they flew over on their way here? Maybe there was a payphone there, possibly inside a bar? A tiny library and maybe a computer she could use?

"So, uh, where do we go?" Mags asked, in clear English. She wanted a hot cup of coffee, a restroom, and to be shown to her room - but looking around, she didn't think any of that was going to happen soon.

[[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/30449]Roll[/url]: 1d20+4 Jiu Jitsu, 6]