I gave them a blank look. "It's quite rude to try and mess with someone that's adapting to an alien environment." I crossed my arms and sighed, walking behind them as we were led to the dorms. I looked around me quietly. "That... feeling again." I took a deep breath and tried to ignore it. It... doesn't mean anything. Just paranoia, or maybe wishful thinking. Everything... is as it's supposed to be... right?
I walked ahead of everyone the second we entered the dorms. "I'm going to go to my room, good evening, everyone." I began walking towards the stairs, but then stopped, turned around and cast my gaze towards Matt, just before he left. "Oh, yes, I forgot to elaborate my point earlier. Silly me." I smiled and then my gaze grew cold as I clasped my hands together in front of my lap. "Mental conditioning is just a rather... malevolent sounding term, no? It makes me think of trying to make people change their thinking and behaviors to suit those that wish it so. I mean, it could refer to turning people into obedient remorseless little killing machines. Perfect little soldiers to fight the pointless little wars of man, for the profit of those that can see the potential in all of this. Soldiers that can decimate enemies with magic, a potent weapon indeed something that would put mercenary companies far ahead of the game and put them into high demand." My gaze... seemed to pierce his very soul. In a second, my expression lightened. "That's all I wanted to say, good evening, Mr. Matt~"
With that, I turned on my heel and ascended the stairs. I walked to room 203, unlocked the door, and went inside. I took a deep shuddering breath. "...Ah... I hope... I hope this'll be alright..." I shut the door, got onto the top of one of the bunks, setting my bow, quiver, and suitcase next to me. After a little bit of silence, the door opened. I saw one of the boys from the group walk in. "Oh, hello."