Paul walks through the terminal, already adopting the air of a seasoned traveler. Still wearing his gloves, he takes out the folded Google Map printout he's carried since New Orleans, nods, and puts it back.<br/><br/>"All right, ladies. Let's get our car, and head out." He flashes a huge smile, and heads to the rental desk, removing his glasses first.<br/><br/>"Good day," he says to the clerk, in German. (Language Mastery boon) "I believe we have a car waiting for us?" He hands over the relavant papers.