Snow was undoubtedly having a blast, clad in running shorts and a t-shirt that was cut off at her midsection. For whatever reason the orange soda seemed to keep her in more of a buzz, rendering her "condition" -cough cough- to be somewhat neutral. After a little while she bumped into Artemis and almost spilled a little bit of her drink. "Oops!" -hic- "Sorry 'bout tha'."