Amandine is behind the reception desk, busy at the computer. This old thing is doing whatever it wants. Plus, the temperature's crazy. Xavier and Andre left her hanging with the temperamental computer, pretending they had decorations to put up. How can we check in the guests if it won't even turn on? She pulls out a notebook, for all she cares. Fed up.

She looks up when she hears someone approaching, putting on her warmest smile. In truth, she just wants to kill her colleagues right now.

"Hello, welcome to the campsite."