"You can do as you wish. I'm only a guest." She stated after a pause, her composer hanging by a tread. She placed her duffle bag near her chair before stretching her good leg out, wincing when her bad leg protested the movement. When the smell of soup began to fill the air, Sylvia wrinkled her nose and focused on the window within the room. 

[i]I'm only stranger who will be staying here until I can move on my own.[/i] She thought with a shake of her head, her eyes closing as a shudder ran up her spine. This was her first time bein in another person's room, her shoulders rolled under her sweater as she tried to will her panic away.  [@Briza]