<span style="color: DimGray">"I don't think I actually own anything good."</span>Kat said with a shrug. The girl couldn't really calmly walk alongside Nate, and constantly got a bit ahead of him before turning and waiting for him to catch up.<span style="color: DimGray">"Well, even if you're a Norm you seem to have a familiarity with magic. I mean, you're not clutching your skull and screaming in the middle of the courtyard with soiled trousers, unlike that other Norm from this morning."</span>She chuckled softly to herself, as if cherishing a memory.<span style="color: DimGray"> "That kid cried so much, it was unreal how funny that was. But yeah, rooms. I do kinda owe you a debt and I'm not sure if there's anyone else really that'd bunk up with a stray like me."</span><br/><br/>When they reached the dorms, Kat briefly vanished from Nate's sight, but returned moments later carrying a backpack and a duffel bag. Tapping her tail against her leg, she urged nate to mark the door and move inside so she could dump her gear as well. As soon as they were in, Kat just threw the backpack and duffel bag onto one of the beds, uncaring about the contents.<span style="color: DarkGray">"So yeah, Nathaniel Karstin, any cat allergies I should know about?"</span>She asked while turning to the door and tapping the handle. There was a brief flash of green, and the smell of jungle spread through the room before fading.<span style="color: DimGray">"Ugh, this makes me look like I'm part of some cult."</span>Kat looked at the Rune left of the palm of her hand, which resembled a celtic sigil, before showing it to Nathaniel.<br/><br/><span style="color: DimGray">"So what did you do that you ended up here, and in the problem class too? Upset someone? Dealt magic drugs to gnomes?"</span>Kat asked teasingly while exploring their room, looking under the beds and behind the closets, exploring every corner of their chosen dorm.<span style="color: DimGray">"You look like the type that sells that sells pixie dust to short hairy men with pointy hats."</span>Kat sounded in no way serious, and likely was just trying to make conversation. Probably. Maybe. She pulled herself up to look at the top of one of the closets, unaware that her sudden height vantage allowed Nate to look up her skirt.<span style="color: DimGray">"I figure you had to pick between this place and prison."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>