*sweeps her long hooded cloak off her shoulders and hangs it off a peg near the door. As it swings a bit after she leaves it behind, it ripples and wavers like a bit of night stuff moving along the wall. Doffing her top hat and and drawing in a puff of sweet smoke from her self immolating cigarillo, the lady (http://www.images.neozone.org/2011/09/steampunk_princess_3.jpg) with magenta hair cascading over her shoulders and spilling down her back looks around the space casually and makes for a seat by the fire.*<br/><br/>hmmm... What must one do for a warming constitutional?<br/><br/>*I murmur to myself... Not wanting to be rude but being parched from the journey I fns a genteel way to make my needs known.*