Hazel pulled off her hat and shaking out her hair, trying her best to combat the static that make snow-hat hair so bad. She stood to the side awkwardly, watching and listening as all the people who knew each other caught up.

She slowly took off her gloves and coat, thankful that the weather had been clear, just cold. She would have been mortified to drip snow all over this room. As it was, she had spent a little longer than necessary tapping her feet on the porch so she wouldn't track snow everywhere with her boots.

After a moment, she walked behind Mark on the couch and leaned over to speak quietly to him. "Mark, would it be ok if I brought my bag up to the room? I'd like to change into some fresh clothes."