When Cammy came in, se just walked through the door without saying a word, and began packing her things away with the silent, impersonal precision of a professional soldier. She placed her bag at the foot of her bed, and began to take things out of it, her eyes half-closed as she sorted out the things into their proper places and their correct categories. Once she had sorted her things to her satisfaction, she then packed them away again, and then sat on the end of her bed, looking at the door as if she was expecting someone to come crashing through it with an assault rifle.