Dixie had woken up at 7am, like she did every morning, and started getting ready for the day. She put on her makeup, straightened than curled her hair, slipped on a short denim dress and her favorite boots and belt around her waist. Appearances were very important to her, for if she looked good, she felt good. If she appeared composed, she could pretend she was completely composed. Dixie looked at herself in her mirror, giving herself a pep talk about the day. Everyone was going to like her and be her friend. If they found crime, they would stop it without anyone getting hurt. Things were going to be just fine. She nodded, pulling out her Bible and praying for several minutes, almost losing track of time before realizing she needed to head to the command center.

Rushing her steps, but not jogging or running, making sure to still keep the appearance of a lady, Dixie made her way around the mansion. She hesitated a few times, almost getting lost, but she walked in a room and found some of her other teammates already gathered. And especially since Sam was there, she could assume this was the right spot. [b]”Umm… hi,”[/b] she said softly, a small wave to them all before leaning against a wall and folding her hands together behind her, hidden, so she could twist her fingers nervously without being judged.