[It's not every day that you walk into your room after a shower and there's someone in your room, let alone laying on your bed. Perona squawks, nearly toppling backwards over her own two feet. She catches herself on her doorknob, and fumbles with her poor towel to keep it on her person and not...yeah. Elsewhere. At the very least it's a woman and not a man, lest a wall or two may have very suddenly exploded.]
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Who are--WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!