Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. 

"Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway.

In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.