Myitt looks down at the distance from the roof, sealing up the fighter once Breekan is outside. "Oh boy," she says. "At least the snow makes it look like less of a drop." She jumps down into the snow. "Ughh..." Grumbling, teeth chattering, she moves through the snow and onto the wooden porch of the little 7-Eleven. She steps in, and the glass doorway rings a bell.
The older, balding man behind the counter looks up at her. "Afternoon, miss. Cold out there. What can I do for ya?"
Myitt stomps her boots off. "Brrr. Afternoon! I'm actually helping a friend of mine move to Thermopolis."
The man laughs. "Goll-ey you picked the wrong time of year to see the best of Thermopolis. You should check out the world's biggest hot springs spa, it's open year round."
"Yeah, I think I'll give that a try," Myitt says, searching the racks for books of local apartments.
"It's right off of Main, but I wouldn't walk in this weather," says the man. "I didn't see a car pull up. Y'all didn't walk, did ya?"
"Oh, no. Well, not far. We're...staying at the hotel a block down."
"Alright, well, keep warm out there. There's coffee if you want it, complimentary," says the older man.
"Thanks." Myitt rifles through the magazines.
