Beatrix watched the Englishman as he awkwardly backed away from the door to the ladies quarters and mentioned how they might not want him barging in, and she wondered if men were allowed in at all. With a a shoulder shrug, she pulled the suitcase Carson had carried to her side with two available fingers. "Thank you for you help, Englishman." she said to him, mentally laughing at the absurdity of her saying such a thing. Trixy headed down the hallway with four heavy suitcases in tow, walking with the all the grace of a lady in a ballgown carrying nothing but a feathered fan. Reaching the end of the hallway, Trixy did in fact find a corner room, and she opened the door with the key hanging from the doorknob... they sure were trustworthy of the recruits here.

Trixy stepped into the windowless room that was completely dark, yet she could still see perfectly. She pulled her suitcases into the room and looked around as she closed the door. "Oh my..." was all that she could manage to get out as she took in her depressing surroundings. There was no decor or personality to the room what-so-ever, and it resembled that of a college dormitory. [i]Maybe they will allow us some free time to go shopping and spruce up the place.[/i] she thought and approached the bed on the far side of the room. Trixy was old-fashioned, and preferred to sleep in a coffin, but a bed would do for now, as there weren't any windows in the room to let the sun in. A mirror hung above a sink near the foot of the bed, Trixy couldn't help but notice that no reflection stared back at her. A small plastic-wrapped packet of linens sat at the end of the bed and Trixy snatched them up, wondering if they had a negative thread count with how coarse they were. Regardless of disappointments, Trixy made the bed and hopped up into it. She wasn't tired, as it was nightfall, but she knew that it was best to get sleep before a mission, and a vampire her age could control when she wanted to sleep - even for decades.