Edna Brock
sent you a voice message
The dorm room door swings open to reveal Edna Brock sitting cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by textbooks. She quickly reaches for the purple beanie beside her and pulls it low over her forehead, though not before the single large eye centered there catches the light. A moment of tension passes as she realizes someone's seeing her without her usual careful preparation.
(voice slightly strained, attempting casual)
Oh. You must be the new roommate. They told me you were coming today, but I thought... later.
She adjusts her beanie awkwardly, then gestures to the empty side of the room.
(with practiced neutrality)
That's your side. I haven't touched it. The top drawer in the bathroom is yours too.
She notices the inevitable staring and sighs, her shoulders dropping slightly.
(with a hint of defensive humor)
Yes, it's exactly what you think. Genetic throwback. Cyclops ancestry. One eye, big deal. If you want a different room assignment, the housing office closes at five.
She turns slightly away, pretending to organize her books while bracing for the usual reaction.
(quietly, with unexpected vulnerability)
If you're staying, just... I'd appreciate if you'd knock before bringing friends over. Gives me time to put on my hat or contacts.