章 167: HOSTILITY

Her limbs had picked up in the way of the chest, and she'd even slouched to take up one of such letters when a feminine shriek beat her to it.

"Who are you?" the person asked. "And what are you doing digging into my stuff?" she yelled the last part.

Without turning to see who it was, Louisa could tell who it was just from the effect of her voice. That person was undoubtedly the room owner; Clarissa. Studying how the jivey girl had walked in on her rummaging through her stuff, Louisa hesitated before making an immediate turn though she knew was going to have to make it anyway. Since she'd somehow worked her way into that very space, the ideal thing to do was explain the whole of it, who she was to the girl who'd just yelled at her.