It had been the heat that woke her.

The second-story dorm room was less than spacious, and the single window refused to open under any circumstances. Clothes and self-care products lined one half of the room, while most of the remaining space was taken up by a combination of food boxes and empty bottles, somehow managing to stay in great towers that stretched nearly to the ceiling. The last section of space(A corner by the door) was taken up by an overstuffed mattress, bedecked with floral sheets and a massive quilt that remained in a hulking lump in the center of the messy excuse for a bed. There was no airflow in the stagnating place, and the young girl who rented it was roasting alive. 

Kathrine Overture thrust off the heavy blanket and grimaced at the resulting smell of sweat. Her nightgown and beautifully kept hair were soaked, the air becoming even more unbearable as it made the transition from dry to uncomfortably humid. After grasping the towel that she kept around for such occasions, the youngest Overture carefully toweled herself off before stripping and looking around for a presentable outfit for the day. 

It took her a full three minutes to find what she was looking for in the mess. Kathrine selected a white sundress of interminable make(After making sure that her underwear wouldn't show through, even in the heat), eschewing the protection that her delicate skin needed for a more carefree look. She proceeded to take as light makeup as she could manage with the heat, knowing that she was probably going to have to reapply it later. She needed the rest of the Fae to like her, and a pretty face [i]always[/i] was the best option.

She selected a fashionably sturdy parasol(Again in white, the heat said that wearing anything else would be suicide), and set out from the room that turned mess into an art form. The Fae carelessly slid past her neighbor's doors toward the stairs, taking them two at a time until she reached the bottom. Knowing that she had exactly thirty seconds to vacate the premises before being roped into another one of the landlady's insufferable breakfasts with every single tenant, Kathrine broke into a light jog as she headed for the door, careful not to alert the old woman early by stepping on the creaky floorboard by the door, while preparing a plastic smile and a quick excuse for refusal should she fail.

The young Overture made it without incident, bringing a sigh of relief. The old woman was too fussy, and even the seemingly endless distance in the brutal heat-[i]Something Dumont would be proud of[/i]-was worth escaping before she got dragged away.

Kathrine's delicate face twisted into a scowl as she was once again reminded of the brutal heat and her even more brutish instructor. If the man wasn't so vigilant, he would have certainly been taken out by a "stray" attack of one of the many who suffered under his hands. "Dammed twisted vile rancid scum harda-" The scowl vanished into a demure smile as the albino girl passed one of the many farmers on the road, giving him a light giggle as he tipped his hat to her. As soon as the large man passed, the Fae's features once again fell into the grimace of annoyance that perpetually plastered her face every time her ever-so-fair coordinator was brought up. "-ss should go burn in this heat."

The frown deepened as she realized yet another problem was manifesting itself. The parasol wasn't helping as much as she'd hoped, and the faint tingling in her arms told Kathrine that her arms would be burnt if she didn't get to the command center shortly. Breaking into a light trot, her carefully chosen outfit flapping in the boiling air, she made quick time by using her anger toward the general heat and most undesirable superior as fuel. Even then, it took nearly twenty minutes of running(And twenty minutes of hard cursing between gasping breaths) in the heat to get to the concrete building that signified the commanding presence of the Daedalus. 

She peeled open the door and nearly collapsed inside the doorway. Her carefully chosen outfit was in disarray, while her carefully made up face was leaking sweat and several different kinds of chemical. Without a word of greeting(Aside from a mute glare aimed at the commander), she brushed past the chairs and tables, making straight for the dark bathroom in the corner. It proved to be even worse, the heat inside the well-lit room only amplified dual-fold due to stagnant air. However, she had her pride. The pod be damned if she wasn't going to look good in front of these pioneer hicks. Kathrine Overture had [i]class[/i].

It was a full twenty minutes later that the young girl emerged once more, her face fixed up and all signs of sweat absent. She carefully picked her way over to one of the chairs, crossing her legs. She was determined to look as in control as possible, even with the rather scuffled appearance of her white clothes.