Turning down her extra senses doesn't do much to shield her from that kind of panic. She rides it out, and it fades, but not to nothing; someone's in trouble, not too far away.

She gives it half an hour; it only gets worse.

She goes to find out who.

The hotel staff do not want her to go out in the storm! She could get lost.

That's actually literally impossible. Magic. Shoo.

They are upset but do not physically obstruct her.

Out she goes.

Gee it's a good thing she doesn't need to see to navigate.

Snow! Snow! Snooooooowwwwwwwwww! Wind. Snoooooooooooooow.

On the other hand: Sith. It can fuck right off, at least in her personal vicinity. She heads for the source of the distress she's feeling.

Couple reds in a hearse, out of fuel, stuck in a snowdrift.

The snowdrift she notices, and that one of them is not in great shape; the fuel situation she doesn't. She circles around so the alert one won't see her, and then lifts the hearse up out of the snowdrift and settles it gently on a clearer patch of road.

The one of the reds who's awake shrieks. The other's eyelids flutter.

They might try to drive off. She gives them a minute.

Awake one is trying to wake asleep one. Doesn't touch the car's controls.

- yeah, her options here are break infosec or watch somebody die. It's not a super hard choice. She extends her bubble of warmth to the hearse and approaches it.

Awake red whimpers.

She comes up to the window; it's not snowing on her at all, as if she was holding an umbrella.

"Are you okay?"

The window is closed, but he can hear her, if muffled. "M-ma'am?"

Right, okay.

"If I get you moving, can you guide me to the red district?"

...he's too bewildered to answer the question.

- her everything might be working and able to give her directions?

Nope.

Damn.

"Do you know how to get home from here?"

"- y-y-y-yesma'am?"

"Which way is it?"

"...north?"

She gets them moving north; it's hard to tell how fast the hearse is going, but she doesn't have any trouble keeping pace with it. "How far north?"