Drags her suitcase along the ground, bent over and grunting as she hears someone call out "What do you want?" through a window - to which she grits her cigarette between her teeth and shouts back "What does it LOOK like I want!" She stands up and plucks the cigarette from her mouth, sweating lightly in the sun and calls out, slightly less rudely "I need to know where to put this damn thing! And some help would be nice."<br/><br/>She folds her arms and scans the area, still uncertain where the call came from, then reaches back down and begins dragging her suitcase again, waiting for a response. "The hell kind of welcome is this..." she mutters under her breath.