[indent][u][b]February 7th; 1:23 PM
Lycus Dorm, University of Poseidonis, Atlantis[/b][/u][/indent]

[color=orchid]"It's a black case. Pretty distinct, really,"[/color] said Karen, now glancing under his bed. She didn't want to just outright [i]tell[/i] him that it was a forensics kit, since he would probably wonder why Mal had one...or why [i]she[/i] wanted it. She wasn't about to be the one that compromised both of their identities.

Feeling her cheeks grow red as her stomach grumbled, she could easily smell the bagels that Bjorn had bought. Ever since Malcolm had taken her out to eat on her first night here, she had become rather addicted to Atlantean food. For whatever reason, everything they served just seemed to be so much better than anything on the surface. She would really have to learn some of their recipes before she returned.

[color=orchid]"It's about suitcase size, but hard plastic,"[/color] she elaborated.