Natasha slipped through the door as quietly as possible, knocking over a hatstand, tripping over it and sprawling on the floor, her bags around her in various states of threadbare neglect.<br/><br/>"Ahem... well... er..." she mumbled as she got up and dusted herself off, looking at the floor "Where is my... ahem... room?" she asked the people in front of her quietly, still staring at her feet.