Philippine [it had never taken much to scare her] gave a little scream and took a step backwards, back pressed against the open window, and eyes wide.

She did not sound scared, only brisk. Her tones carried distaste, an utter disregard for the intruders, and her dark, copper-coloured hair seemed to cackle electrically.

“Excuse me, madam?”

He had a deep, mature voice; the kind Philippine would have called sophisticated, Ariel niiiice, and Ruby 'Oooh, HAWT!'; the kind that belongs to people that have a heckalotof important things going on in life, and tend to stick to their own business, because there is so much of it and of such significance, and because they have the excellent sense no to interfere unnecessarily in others' businesses.

She turned to the man behind her, the one that still stood in the door. "I'll leave you to handle this compartment, Feller, and then I need you in the conference room. There are things to be discussed."

“Miss Sarden,” Simone said coolly. She did not seemed impressed by Ruby's behavior, and that caused Ruby to look even more bratty and rebellious. “The men are not going to search your trunks, Miss Sarden, those shall be passed on to female employees – and I assure you, none of them eat lipstick.”

Ruby scowled and crossed her arms against her chest, but Simone had already turned on her heel and left.