Connie took a glance out the window towards the patio as she sipped her gin. She assessed the situation outside, which was almost as hellish as it was when it grounded all the planes. "We're at the mercy of the weather here. Assuming things clear up, we should be clear to go by mid-morning tomorrow. But that can change in an instant." She shrugged and smiled. "Life is chaos. We do our best to saddle it with some kind of order." It was interesting to see the dynamic. Heather had largely become queen bee here, with Riley brushing her hair and Molly bringing out her fan art for a signature. "Gotta say, that's some piece. You've got to be a heck of an artist now, Molly."<br/><br/>Then Constance turned back to Riley and Heather. "Since you seem to be something of a star, maybe I should ask you something to sign for me too. I don't have a lot," she fished out a cocktail napkin from her purse amidst a sea of pens and hard candies and bobby pins - "How about this? It's not too elegant, but it's a little something, anyway." Her eyes brightened as a thought crossed her mind. "Why don't all four of us sign it - a little memento of our night here that we can take out the next time we get thrashed about by the weather, though," she added as the wheels kept moving, "I guess we'd need something for each of us to take home, wouldn't we then?" She turned to the college student. "What do you think Riley? A little something to commemorate the bond?" She called back outside. "What about you, Molly?"<br/><br/>At any rate, now that the idea had taken, Connie wasn't about to let go. "You're the star. I think you should go first, right? That'll give us time to scrounge stuff for the rest of us to use. I'm thinking Molly probably doesn't need my autograph on her artwork of you, Heather."