You could go for... something... to eat...

You try not to rush too much as you set your bag on the large bed. The desk clerk had given you a room with a king size bed? You, an unaccompanied woman who is not particularly tall or anywhere near a land-whale.

Shaking yourself, you turn towards a mirror. A groan escapes you as you realize just how terrible you look. Your hair is a tussled mess, the wind having whipped it into a frenzy. Static held strands at varying unnatural angles, and your make-up was a total mess after being in the car for fifteen hours.

You fish your make-up kit out of your bag, taking the time to make sure everything is perfect before retrieving your hairbrush, taming each strand into place. Removing your coat, you pause to examine yourself in the full-sized mirror that was the closet door.

You didn't quite have the "snow bunny" look going, but you weren't lazily casual, either. You had a probably too low-cut top, considering the negative temperatures outside, and some leg-hugging faux-denim "jeggings." The dark bottoms vanished into the tops of your light silver snow boots. It felt good to shed the coat, like so much weight was lifted from your body. Energy seemed to flow back into you, giving a spring to your step as you headed back towards your door.

It is easy enough to find the dining hall, signs posted at reasonable intervals leading you back down the stairs. As you enter, you immediately catch sight of Lukas. He sees you, too, flashing you another dazzling grin which makes your knees quiver. Taking a deep breath, you gather your courage and composure, and head towards him.