The woman stared down at the card and nodded her head, briefly looking up at the gentleman when he mentioned firewood, the landlord had said he stuck some within the closed off back porch for her so that was covered. Nodding again to show that she indeed understood that she would call if any troubles arouse from the small cabin in the middle of nowhere. When Armand turned to leave she rubbed her hands together and stomped her feet once more before shutting her Jeep door and jogging up the steps in search for the shelter that the Cabin would promise.<br/><br/><br/>It had taken nearly an hour to get all of her belongings unpacked from the stuffed Jeep and into the house, every inch of her was frozen, sore, and just down right burning with the sensation of wanting to fall off. Exhaustion draped around her shoulders like a warm welcoming blanket when she had finally made her bed and got a fire stoked, and it wasn't long after that, that she had fallen asleep her large hazel eyes softly closing to the echoing sounds of fire crackling throughout the warming house.<br/><br/>By the time morning had rolled around she had just enough time to brew her a thermos of coffee, pull on her tight work jeans, faded with age and wear and tear, and a longsleeve black v neck long john shirt that hugged her small and curvy frame. Pulling on her black feather down coat she was out the door, her thermos softly gripped between her hands as she took a deep breath of the piercing cold air before pulling on a lime green, black, and pink stocking cap with ear flaps.