Tamara looks at the note Sar left on the table. She smiles and nods, giving him a quick kiss before she grabs her warm winter jacket and her bag. The young tigress keeps looking around as they go to the nearly desert lobby. She frowns a bit as she hears the desk clerk say the last shuttle has left, then she follows Sar, hugging him back while looking at the train schedule, and trying to decide if they could try and walk to the train station, despite the snow and the cold. She looks at the delivery driver, then at Sar, and follows him a bit away.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- It's not like we really have a choice, my love... I don't think we'd make it to the station on foot, not with the snow and cold and with our bags,</span>she replies.<br/><br/>They come back to the driver.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Thanks you a lot, Sir,</span>says Tamara as they come back to him.<span style="font-style: italic">Your help will save us a lot of time and trouble.</span><br/><br/>The driver, a otter about maybe 50 years old, smiles and nods. He leads them to his car, and soon they're enroute to the train station. The young tigress let out a sigh of relief as the resort disappears out of sight, while the car moves quietly through the quite empty streets of the small city. She turns to Sar, and let out a soft loving mewling, kissing him tenderly and snuggling comfortably all against him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- So, where are you two going?</span>asks the driver, trying to engage in a friendly chatting while he drives.