Rhodey might have spent a lot of years hanging out in the Malibu mansion of one Tony Stark, but he's Philadelphia born and raised, he went to college in Boston (yes, yes, Cambridge, it's all the same), and there is no hell quite like the hell of landing a jet on an aircraft carrier in the North Pacific way, way off the coast of Korea.

But this comes close.

In any case, he's stalking towards the inn with the determination and fortitude of someone who has long since learned that keeping moving is the only way through winter hell, and he's doing it with such single-minded focus that he rams straight into someone else. It takes him a second before he recognizes the other man, and then, well. It's mean to be amused, but he really, really is.

"Lost?"