<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">She barely had time to process the suggestion of a slumber party before Sandra, the one she was beginning to assume was the leader of this little group, was up and talking about leaving. It made her blink before a soft shake of her head was given. Never in her life had she met someone so intent on rushing all the time. They hadn’t even been in the suite for thirty minutes and the woman was rushing them back out the door.<br/><br/>“If it is alright, I do need to change. I did not expect to be rushed back out immediately.” It was becoming a bit irritating to be hurried willy nilly through every little step and expected to keep Sandra’s schedule that seemed to include nothing but rushing to get into the forest - of which they had no idea <em>where</em> they needed to be and she couldn’t help but wonder if the woman thought the Black Forest was some small little park area or if she knew something that she wasn’t sharing.<br/><br/>Another shake of her head and she turned to her luggage, the largest of the bags hefted up and dropped onto the couch so she could unzip it and start rummaging through the clothes to find something appropriate for trekking through the forest. The matter of rest and food would have to wait it seemed and she was never so glad that she carried trail mix and granola bars with her as she was right then.<br/><br/>Jeans and a t-shirt were produced from the bag along with a pair of socks and her sneakers before it was zipped back up and moved back to join the other bags, the stiletto heels slipped off her feet and nestled against the bags. Turning, she moved past the others to the bathroom to change, the door shut behind her so that she could have some privacy.</span></div>