"Okay," she agreed, taking off the detour to move instead towards the hotel.  "I'll need to ask for directions, though."  She was used to staying in a heavy vehicle for extended periods, camping out in the wilderness and the like.  She was happy to admit, though, that hot showers every day were just beautiful in their own way.<br/><br/>The question, however, made her feel just a little uncomfortable.  "I don't really have a lot of recreational activities," she replied.  "I tend not to have a lot of money or time to explore things.  Fate just likes yanking me this way and that towards particular goals."  She vaguely understood what a normal life was like, and she didn't hate other people for having a good one, but as she came to think about it, she couldn't help but wonder for a bit.  "I guess I do like getting the chance to go out and hike when I can..."<br/><br/>It didn't take too much looking at Sandra to tell that she wasn't exactly rich.  Her clothes weren't in that great of repair, for one, and the smaller-denominational bills she's used to pay for things have always been old and wrinkled.  She still kept her hair well-brushed, and she was beautiful in her own way, but it seemed to make sure that people could tell that she never got much chance to make money or relax.