<div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)</div><br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan</em><br/><strong>Location: Bedroom 2</strong><br/>with Carter<br/><br/>Jayne sort of hobbled with the burden of carrying her things, but if anyone had offered to help her, she would have brushed them off. Not exactly the 'I am woman, hear me roar' type, but she'd rather not be the one to make another feel any kind of obligation. No matter how small and incidental.  She broke the silence in the room with a resounding "Ha!", eyes sweeping around the barren space, save for the two extra large beds. "She's a real fixer upper, for sure."<br/><br/>There wasn't any hint of complaint in that statement, more sarcasm than anything. Jayne couldn't pinpoint anything specifically wrong with the room, aside from the fact there was virtually nothing personable about it. It certainly didn't put her in the<em>mood</em>at any rate. It didn't take her long to see that they had a walk-in closet and private bathroom. This seemed to sooth her misgivings a little. At least there was a lot of space for her to hang her clothes.<br/><br/>"What are your thoughts? It doesn't look like we'll have to arm wrestle for closet space."<br/><br/>Jayne shrugged her bags onto the foot of the second bed and walked over to the only window on the west facing wall, peering out a moment to contemplate the set-up. There had to be cameras wired up in every area of this house. She wondered how many. How were the angled? There had to be sound connected. Her shoulders tensed momentarily at the myriad of details that held more weight now that she was actually here. Sure, she considered them in full before she signed the contract, but to actually face the bull head on was an entirely different story. A shower, or a soak would definitely be in order once she finally unpacked her things.