[Signum wakes up before she makes a move, continuing to breathe slowly and opening her eyes to slits. Unfamiliar room, cold, one other person present - a peeved-looking young girl.]

[Vaguely recognizing the little girl, Signum figures there's no immediate danger and sits up, alert, looking around their little "shelter" and noting the blowing snow outside.]

She put us in a room for the storm. How...thoughtful of her.