"How bad is the storm going to be?"
Nina looks up at you, her azure eyes weary in contrast to her bright smile. "Oh, we get these things once a year or so. This one could last a day or two, but it's picked up some moisture, looks like. So you could be here for a while." Before you can respond, she rushes on as if she has a prepared statement. "Don't bother turning around now. There's reports of accidents on the road up here, and the interstate is already shut down. I'm just glad you got up here in one piece."
Glancing to your left, you can see through the huge lobby window that the flakes outside are wafting fat pinwheels swirling atop each other, and the pines in the distance are already little more than gray-green silhouettes.
"So, since you're here, welcome. There's lots of things to do here besides ski, and you'll be surprised the opportunities that come up." Nina looks back at you, eyes sparkling. "Reservation?"