Sandy fumbled a bit, getting her feet under her, then blushed again. She cast an embarassed glance around the room. Her half of the tiny dorm room was rather cluttered. The desk sported scattered papers and books, the memo board on the wall supporting so many pinned notes that the board was no longer visible. Her laundry was strewn haphazardly around the floor, over the back of her chair, across her rumpled bed spread. Her roommate's half of the room was equally cluttered, lending the room a hectic, crazy feel. She crossed the room to pull back the drapes and fill the room with light, then turned to smile at him. Just as she was about to ask if he'd like one of the soda's from her mini-fridge, the door  opened and her roommate entered, wrapped in a towel, drying her dripping hair with another towel. She smelled of some sort of musky shampoo and seemed completely distracted, almost bumping in to Teddy.<br/><br/>She gave a startled cry, then giggled. "Oh! Umm... hi! I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting... anyone... umm... till later." She cast Sandy a look that said she'd expect the full story later, scooped a pile of clothes off her bed, and exited the room, presumably to go dress in the bathroom.<br/><br/>Sandy sighed, then looked back at Teddy, feeling awkward somehow. "Want anything to drink?" she asked, opening the mini-fridge and sorting through its contents, "We have coke... water... a bit of orange juice left, if you'd like."