She arrived later, having to contend with getting off work and then finding transportation to the bar. In the end she'd given up, and half amused at how mortals were ill equipped around something as silly as snow, and walked.
Her coat was covered in snow by the time she arrived and the warm air was a comfort. Finding Charon was easy and she brushed the snow from her hair before taking her seat. "You look like someone tipped your boat." Her accent was shifting, slightly. More Norse then German. She blamed the television show.