Not Good at Nice

Even after pushing the beds together, Aeryn has to remind herself that she doesn't have to keep to one certain area to save space. It's taking some getting used to. She's still trying to get through reading for class, and every once in a while she has to move over just a little towards the center, just because.

[Open! Well, door's closed, but open!]

After last night, Aeryn hasn't really felt like being around people. Okay, maybe she'd needed a little breakdown. That wasn't the way she would have preferred to have done it. She'd rather forget it happened, but that won't be happening anytime soon.

There's something on the wall opposite her bed now, even if she does keep looking up at it while struggling through makeup work, wondering if she should be homesick or not.