Regan had just finished unpacking when it happened. She learned who she was living beneath. That metal woman, perpetually playing her guitar. This would simply not do. Such playing would interrupt her meditation and... well, hopefully, she knew better than to play during lights out. The buxom young woman was quickly out of her room, locking it behind her. Before she could stomp off up the stairs, she stops herself. She shouldn't let anger guide her... not over something like this. She was liable to break down a door or something, and that was no way to start the school year.

No, instead, the girl decided to go for a walk. She would return to her room shortly, to await her roommate.