Ana clip-clopped over to her door and braced herself. If her new bunkie wasn't in the mood for her mission, or she hadn't slept well last night (from all the excitement zapping through her veins, no doubt!), or even if she wasn't a morning person, then Ana would just have to be perky enough for both of them; it'd rub off on the rookie soon! So she braced the door by both her palms, and shoved against the rusty hinges squealing in protest, completely confident in her methods.

"Gooooood MORNI——AH! ROSIE!"

Throwing their door open with all the bombast of a grade-schooler running home to show her parents the A- she got on a math test, Ana learned much too late what awaited her [i]just[/i] on the other side. As her bunkmate, "Mowgli," sprawled backward, extremities flailing, spine and skull shuddering across the diamond-plate floor, Ana's instinct was to rush to her and dote. She needed a few seconds to remember she was still holding the hammer and the backplate, which she scampered away to place delicately in their spot in the corner. [i]Then[/i] she could hurry over to her bunkie and kneel over her in a panic.

"[sub]Good going, Ana. [i]Real[/i] smooth, idiot![/sub] Rosie baby, are you alright?! Hey, that's a heck of a spill you just took. Tell me where it hurts! Is it here?!"

Like a baboon preening for fleas, small, soft hands patted under Rose's ears, behind her shoulders; no thought whatsoever for how much [i]more[/i] it would hurt once she found the site. "Oh. Hey, An ..." Rose was muttering. "I was ju ... did you slee ... ? I didn' ... wa ..." By the time the spinning stopped, and the ache in her skull had receded enough to let her see again, all she [i]could[/i] see, hovering over her, was a head of black hair gathered up in a sweatband; soft, narrow shoulders inside a sleeveless white tank; and Ana Calypsi's big, blue, slightly stupid eyes gawking down at her. The hands were pestering her face now, pinching her cheeks and peeling back her eyelids, probing for any life behind the fog of a mild concussion.