[h2][b][center]Innessa Antonov[/center][/b][/h2]

As the crowd gathered to view the approaching islands, Innessa extracted herself from the attentions of a small group that she had spent much of the journey fratanising with. It wasn't for any particular purpose, simply a way to pass the time, and she had little interest in keeping up the connection once they had made landfall. The shock red of her poodle skirt dress might have made for an able distraction, but she admitted that even on her best day she might not be quite as distracting as an ancient chain of volcanic tropical islands.

The flared skirt of her dress swished with both her movement and the sea breeze as she snuck her way out of the crowd and moved along the deck. With a large cream coloured sunhat, dark sunglasses and the aforementioned red dress, ending in a crop of white polkedots across its rim, the blonde woman was perhaps the very vision of Pre-War America. The thought gave her some amusement, the clack of rather unsensible shoes heralding her movement as she made he way down the weather deck. It was more sparse in individuals, but still inhabited. She paused for a moment to lean forwards on the side of the deck, one hand holding her hat in place as she attempted to spy a view of the islands despite herself, before eventually giving up and turning to more thoroughly exmaine those around her. She'd clearly just missed a more animated conversation from what little she had heard from further up the deck, but now caught glimpses of rather shorter interactions between a spattering of guests and what appeared to be a reporter. He didn't seem to be getting much out of his latest target, or victim, as you could put it.

"I'm sorry Sir, did you say live? Oh my Gosh, however does that work?" Innessa partly interrupted the situation, before the poor fellow could get stuck in yet another interview he'd regret starting. She was hardly subtle in her current attire and unlikely to escape her own round of questioning, so she may as well endear herself. Her large, doe-like eyes settled in an expression of curious excitement, directly into the camera before she spoke again, her sunglasses removed before she had begun speaking. "My, isn't that amazing." The vaguely Southern drawl she put on was a well worn tool of her's in fitting in, more familiar this rate than her true voice. "It's so exciting isn't it? The first outsiders to see these Islands in so long. I can't wait to see what we might discover." Her hands met in front of her as she laughed, just a little, as if embarressed about her own enthusiasm. "I hope some of those folks back home might join us soon."