Although Naomi would have been happier just hearing all of this from her dormmate, Melony convinced her to come along anyways. Apparently there was nothing like hearing information firsthand according to Melony. The anticipated crowd did not disappoint, but at least Melony didn't mind her hanging close. She was used to being around extroverted people; it made it easier to just dissolve into the background than have to actually interact with others. It probably wasn't exactly what her therapist was hoping for, though Jack said she should find a comfort zone for the first week or so. If her best friend suggested it, she was going to do it. Listening to the conversations her dormmate carried on gave her just as much insight as if she were participating, and Melony seemed to be doing an adequate including her without actually requiring her to talk. Just fine by her.

When James started talking, Naomi and Melony stood by a back wall. Naomi hugged the over-sized leather jacket to her, left open over a two sizes too big sweatshirt sporting the fratenity symbols ΔΣΦ. The one visible eye showcased her drifting gaze, more intent on making sure there wasn't anyone moving toward them than out of disinterest in what he was saying. Luckily she had no plans of wandering anywhere by herself for a little bit since she lucked into Melony being in most of her classes as well. This didn't exactly stop when Emily started speaking, but the mysterious things she started saying caught her attention. None of that sounded safe, or even like they should still allow students around those certain areas. She certainly wasn't going to be going off anywhere by herself if that was the case; not unless it was off to the student center or library.

At least someone familiar was right by her side, lessening the slight panic wanting to set in by cryptic words. Even though the older man played it off like some senior prank, it didn't sound like it. Those sounded like earnest warnings. Why had this seemed like the better choice than going to a college closer to home; the answer to that was placed strictly on the shoulders of her therapist, whom she would be calling as soon as she got out of here. Unfortunately, Melony was dragging her off to another group for another round of socializing before she had the chance to even look at the door.

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[i]Although the doors leading out of the room everyone gathered in were unlocked, attempting to leave though the main door you entered will find that door is locked.[/i]