[center][color=08a04b][u][h3]Kendra[/h3][/u][/color][/center]

When Kendra awakes, the first thing they do is bring their hand to the side of their face before waving it in the their line of sight, just to make sure they hadn't actually lost an eye. [color=08a04b]"Wow, okay,"[/color] Kendra mutters flatly as she pushes herself out of bed. [color=08a04b]"Absolutely hated that."[/color] That's definitely one of the more graphic visions they've had in a while, and its very much rattled them. She can't deal with people at the best of times, so the thought of answering the door to (what they can only to assume to be) salespeople when she's still processing what she just experienced doesn't exactly excite her. However, as the knocking continues unhindered, they spare a glance towards the other side of the room, where Aliss' bed is. It's empty. This, combined with the general lack of noise outside her room, hint that Kendra's roommates are either out or otherwise indisposed. With a sigh, Kendra gets up. 

They stumble over to their bedroom door, nearly tripping over a pile of discarded clothing they have on the floor on the way. She opens the door, looks from one end of the hallway to the other. One end leads to the living room and kitchen, the other to the front door. Kendra waits a couple of seconds, hoping that either someone else will answer the door or that the knocking will stop altogether. When neither of these things happen, they head towards the front door, running their hands through their hair as they walk so they don't look like a total mess when to whatever stranger is standing outside their door.

Kendra opens the door, tilting their head to the side and responding with a disinterested and incredibly tired sounding, [color=08a04b]"Yeah?"[/color]