Melody remained sufficiently flustered at the brush against Morgan's skin that Freya's cleanser ribbing went right over her head. Perhaps it was irrational, but she worried she would be accused of doing it on purpose--which perhaps wouldn't bother her as much if she could just be certain that it hadn't, on some deep deep level, been intended. A moan might like to have killed her. Distracted, there were other things she didn't notice as well.<br/><br/>Her gaze grew slightly fuzzier at the sight of Freya so quick to defend her. She really wasn't sure _what_ Freya said, but was touched nonetheless to see her roommate get so worked up on her behalf.<br/><br/>Spotting the RA, she was quick to avert her gaze. Morgan's comment earned its' desired blush in spades. "I've been kissed," she whispered quietly, perhaps with a hint of defiance, but also with something... hard to identify. A tone. Regret? Anger? Bitterness? It was hard to tell, and in any case Melody certainly seemed to show no intention of further discussing the matter. She walked quickly with eyes lowered and fumbled at the lock before pulling the door open for the others.<br/><br/><br/>