The door opened without a question, the usual 'who is it' or any variation. Devika stood there with her arms full of sheets, her brown eyes staring behind her glasses. She looked the other, skinny woman up and down, with an absence of expression on her face. 

"Didn't get the letter until this afternoon. The government's timely as usual." With that as a greeting, she backed up from the door and headed down the hall. "I'm still setting up your area. Just... put your things anywhere, I guess." Her voice vanished down the hall. 

Her cabin was small, but in a cozy way. She had pictures on the wall, a little living area with a cozy couch, some thriving houseplants and a kitchen area. All tidy, but not spotless, just - lived-in. 

Devika herself was making up the spare bed with something close to anger. Not true anger, she didn't let herself feel that way anymore. Just a bitter tang of annoyance at having to do this at all, not to mention having to do it so fast. Almost 6 years all alone, and now suddenly she had to get an Anchor? Wasn't she just fine, alone? Why did she need to be 'normal'? 

She had a plug-in fan running in the room to try and clear out the dust, and had shoved her collective junk into a closet. She had no idea what this woman ate, or didn't, or how she slept, or how the heck they would be getting along. She snapped the covers taut with a huff and folded them over, and sneezed. "Ugh. All of this sucks."