Emma's crooked smile never failed as the man she'd run into first declined, then postponed, and then accepted her offer. She was quite certain she remembered where the door was. She had been bitter, tired, and angry when she had arrived last night, but fully alert. She'd just opened her mouth to speak once more when a voice sounded from behind her. [b]"Were you also caught in the storm? I thought no one ever ventured to this place without reason,"[/b] the woman asked them. 

She turned to face Suzanne, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. As Logan answered, (Good morning, and yes, they had been caught in the storm), Emma looked the other woman over. Suzy stood tall, at least a half a foot taller than herself. In contrast to Emma's disheveled hair and shirt tucked into trousers, Suzy seemed completely put together. Her long hair was brushed and pinned back, and she wore a simple, but attractive dress. Was she pretty? Yes, undoubtedly. Not as pretty as other women Emma had known. A vision of Kate, soft curls and fair skin, flitted unbidden through her mind. But she was attractive. A woman Emma should like to photograph, if given the chance. [b]"Helluva storm it was, too,"[/b] she added after Logan had said his piece. 

[b]"We were just nippin' out for a bit. I imagine we shall meet again at breakfast. It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss..."[/b] While Emma was intrigued by Suzanne's to-the-point demeanor, Logan seemed to find it off-putting, and was ready to leave. [b]"Shall we?"[/b]

Emma nodded, reaching up to adjust the cigarette she'd tucked behind her ear. A single cig could be conveniently shared by two, but three was pushing it, or else she would have invited Suzy along with them. [b]"Be seeing you at breakfast,"[/b] she said, giving the other woman a nod and a smile. [b]"Name's Emma, by the way."[/b] 

[b]"Door's over this way, if I remember,"[/b] she said to Logan, and continued along down the hall.