Bad a judge of character as Hitomi was, even she couldn't help but notice the cold, empty tone the girl spoke with, or the ingenuity of her smile as the girl claimed a door and introduced herself. And, before Hitomi could recover from the scare this Nami person had given her, much less start formulating an answer, the blonde girl had already brushed past her and disappeared into the stairway they'd come from earlier. 

It took a while before Hitomi found it in her to move. For a few minutes, all she could do was stand still in shock, regretting her attempt to keep up a conversation more than ever before. And yet, scared as she was, she was also equal parts [i]frustrated[/i], her grudge bearing nature rearing its head. What was up with this Nami character? [i]She [/i]had been the one to start talking, and when she'd answered, the other had up and left without so much as a goodbye. She hadn't even stayed to listen to her introduction. Probably because she... didn't really care. Figured. Who would be honestly interested in talking to her, anyway? She hadn't exactly done a good job in looking sociable and approachable. All she'd done was hidden behind her game and stayed quietly in the shadows like always. 

That, and it was pretty much her own fault for not knowing to stay away from the girl that'd dyed her hair blonde. You didn't do that around here unless you wanted to make a statement of some sort. Unless you were a strong personality that didn't care about others' stares. 

[i]Unless you were the... complete opposite of me,[/i] Hitomi sighed in her mind, shaking her head and finally pushing herself to leave the comfort of the shadows. She stalked her way to the other vacant door, pondering for a while why she hadn't been handed a key. They could... lock these doors, right? She didn't want anyone walking in on her when she changing, or sleeping or... wearing her gothic dresses. If the embarrassment of someone seeing her wouldn't kill her, she would do it herself.

The girl pushed open the door as silently as she could to not bother her new 'neighbours' and then slipped inside, suitcase and gaming console and all. She took around the small room and timidly sat on the bed, hands curled into fists on her lap. She felt... weird being there. It wasn't her room - not the room she'd come to know, at least, and to think that she'd be spending all her free time here... it felt suffocating, somewhat. But it wasn't like she had a choice. Maybe if the library was unpopular enough to leave unoccupied a particularly comfortable table, she'd migrate there instead, but that was to be seen.

For now, she'd unpack.