Room 324, Late Sunday Morning

Kate had managed to miss most of Saturday's madness. Yes, she'd received two voicemails, and she'd called both people back, but it hadn't made her suspicious. She wouldn't put it past Hannibal to have a random bitchfit at her, as unlikely as it seemed, and as for the other one? People called wrong numbers all the time.

So she had no reason to suspect that she'd actually made Warren think she'd been calling him a bitch behind his back, or that she'd claimed she'd never met Jaime.

And she hardly remembered any of that anymore, anyway. There were other things on her mind.

Well, not so much right now. She was watching some brainless comedy anime on her laptop, while eating a bowl of cereal she'd acquired on a quick trip to the common room a little earlier.

She'd left the door open. She didn't really feel like hanging out in the common room, but it didn't mean she was completely opposed to company.

[ooc: Open indeed. In other news, I have to go back to school tomorrow. Do not want.]