Dresden dropped her shit off quick enough--not much to do, after all, and though she considered dropping in for a nap or something, going and pestering Jackdaw was always a more fun activity, and really she hadn't had enough of that on shore leave. She strolled out of the room, and then stopped. The new guy--Remy? Something with an R--was poking his head into other people's quarters. Frankly, Dresden really couldn't care less if they wanted to keep their doors open, everybody's business was their own business, but the dude was clearly not just glancing in checking if they were home.

"Hey," she barked, "get in your own damn room or get out of the quarters wing--we wanted you getting up in our shit, we'd tell ya." She pushed her glasses up on her head, not quite threatening in posture but clearly not happy with the situation.