"Someone's been lying to you," Kate replied immediately. "I am not a fucking klutz. Come on."

But it was irrelevant now that they were at her door (it was easy to tell by the wooden sign on it that said 'Kate') and she pushed it open, stepping in. "So. Here we are."

Like she'd told him sometime long ago, it was really a lot like her side of the room at the dorms, only bigger. There was a lot of stuff in there, a lot of drawings and paintings and flyers on the walls, a lot of random junk from toy ponies to old school books on the shelves that lined one of the walls.