[indent][u][b]February 7th; 1:27 PM
Lycus Dorm, University of Poseidonis, Atlantis[/b][/u][/indent]

Mal's brow twitched again as Karen not only heaved the heavy duffel-bag, lined with armoured plate, stitched with prometheum-based fibres and kept shut by a padlock with a built-in biometric scanner with the express intention of [i]keeping people out of it[/i] onto his bed... but then went ahead and [i]opened[/i] it.

The boy took a long breath to calm himself. He could already feel a storm of a headache coming on.

[color=orangered][i]'Clearly going to have to reset who has access to my shit after this...'[/i][/color]

Stepping forward and setting his bag down on the counter of the communal kitchen, Mal's eyes shifted slowly, deliberately between the Dakotan and the Norwegian before resting on Karen again. Head tilting to the side slightly as he spoke again with that same razor sharp tone.

[color=orangered]"Could you two give us a minute? I think I need to have a word or two with our Kare-Bear here..."[/color]