Poor, dear Murphy. Try as though he might, he's just not going to be able to sneak past Ann. She's on such high alert right now, as soon as the door slides open she's glancing up; though as she looks up, her fingers are still typing away on her phone, clearly trying to send out a text message and failing, but she's at the point in her teenage-hood where she's on this device so much she doesn't even have to look down at it to know that what she's typing is flawless.

You, good sir, are sharing the room with a teenage girl indeed. She stares back up at him, thumbs finally ceasing their tippity tapping against the phone's surface, and for a second she's silent as he begins to go through what she can only assume are now his things.

Oh. Of course. This is probably his room, too, okay. The only problem here is that this is so fucking weird and despite the fact she's spent over a month with three-- four, counting Morgana -- young men on a road trip, they'd forced the boys outside of the tiny RV for sleeping arrangements. She can probably pretend that this is like the time in Hawaii with Ryuji and Ren... except she knew them. She has no idea who this guy is.

Okay. This is. This is fine.

"Uh, hey... there." Awkward? A little. She glances off to the side, at least, to give him his privacy, even as she continues speaking. "...New here too?"