<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080bf"><b><i><div style="text-align: center">Bre looked at him and quirked a brow, putting her right hand on her right hip. "Yeah this is MY room. Who're you? The inspector?" She giggled playfully, and looked down at his paper. "Ooooh you're a student...Sorry." She chuckled nervously, placing her left hand behind her head, scratching as if there was nothing else to do. "So, yeah, this is my room. Why?" The door was cracked halfway open, her side was the typical rocker room; posters, music cds all over the place, her bedsheets were black and white, but the only thing out of place, was her clothes weren't all over the floor. They were neatly placed into a hamper, and her bed was made.​</div></i></b></span>