Melisande's entire weekend packing had fit into a single bag which she took as her carryon, so she was able to bypass all those who stood at the baggage carousel and waited for their property to descend. She walked smoothly, not in a rushed fashion but clearly with confidence.
One thing she was really rather enjoying about this new world was the completely different sense of fashion. For the travel, she wore a lady's business suit, the hem of the skirt above her knees, and she loved the freedom it gave to her legs as she moved. The fact that more than one person had stopped to simply watch her walk -- well, that was gravy.
She spotted Pulse, and smiled. This was going to be fun. He'd brought a flower, which indicated consideration; he was dressed well, so he cared what she thought of his appearance; and he was beaming a welcome. She was in for a good weekend, without question.