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Alda was torn between guilt and laughing. Apparently, though, the laughing won over, as back in her dorm, her sleeping form let out a snort. [i]Shit. I'm a terrible person.[/i] She wondered whether to physically go and make sure he was alright (whatever that was supposed to entail) but went back and forth with herself on the matter. Surely it'd be a little suspicious, so soon after the dazzling? 

Her real self woke up and stretched. She rose to her feet, walked into the hall and approached Derric's room with unsure slowness...maybe she could just listen from outside his door. Glancing around to see that no one was observing her unacceptably-creepy behavior, she put her ear to the door and waited to hear anything unusual. Maybe, just maybe she'd knock eventually and ask for some bullshit help.