[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

As Jess set down the bags, she surveyed the room. A simple one - just as she liked it. Aside from her dad's carvings, she'd never been one for fancy decorations. As long as it made a good study space, she'd be fine with it. Getting back into some kind of education or training was one of her priorities.

[color=teal]"Thanks. I'll go get something - uh, once I'm unpacked, that is,"[/color] she replied. [color=teal]"Unless you'd rather we ate now."[/color] She'd learned halfway decent cooking skills while living in seclusion, but after a while, she'd found little pleasure in eating on her own, whatever the meal. Since then, she'd stuck with quick and easy food, viewing it as little more than something to sustain her until she could get out.

She mentally scolded herself again. She'd been raised to stand on her own two feet, and now here she was, craving company, even if said company was less than pleased with the situation.