"Snow's snow," Connie answered with a shrug. This wasn't ideal, to say the least. But it was better than nothing - which meant trying to sleep at the airport. If anyone could make it work, she figured it'd have to be her. She took a sidelong glance towards the terrace. It was the person she had bumped into earlier. And if she were coming from a long flight, Connie knew better than to annoy her during her first cigarette in a long while.<br/><br/>That left the two men. One was obviously a pilot, and like her, trying to keep the mood light. The other - oddly quiet and searching for dominance. There was a story behind that, she was sure of it. For now, though, she had been on her feet all day, and was all too happy to plop on the floor and rub some kind of comfort back into them. Dr. Scholl's was great, but they only went so far.