Harold was just about to give himself a pat on the back for organizing everyone so quickly when he heard someone say what he had hoped they wouldn't mention. "Good luck searching for nothin'." He turned to find a young woman in a white top still on her bed. [@Filthy Mudblood] "I'm just sayin', whoever put you here obviously isn't gonna leave things lying out waiting to be found." She spoke these words with an eerie confidence, as if her voice was meant to be heard above the crowd. [i]Oh dear,[/i] he thought to himself. Perhaps others wouldn't be too concerned with her comment, but Harold knew better. Sometimes, all it took was one negative voice in the crowd to discourage everyone. He doubted any of his new roommates were pushovers, but he wanted to make sure all of his bases were covered. Besides, he had a feeling that she was far craftier than her innocent look revealed. Depending on their encounters, he knew that they would either end up as allies or rivals. It was simply the way authoritative people like him worked.

"[b]Well, I'd much rather look for something and find nothing than not bother and miss something useful. Say, while you're up, why don't you check under your mattress? We would've gotten it for you, but you were busy sleeping while the rest of us were searching.[/b]" He made sure to keep his voice calm and even with only a hint of authority. He recognized that his statement managed to contain helpful advice and a veiled insult, so he made sure that she could reasonably respond however she saw fit. [i]After all, the game's only exciting if you're not the only one who knows how to play it.[/i]