Gabrielle was curious why Sara's answer was so vague. Though, to be fair, Sara didn't really know her at all so to comment on something like that really wasn't something she could expect; let alone something she could expect her to do accurately.
"It does," Gabrielle agreed, wondering if Sara would see it. Could she bring out that side in her? She certainly seemed like she had to potential too.
Sara's laugh caused Gabrielle to look at her quizically. She rolled her eyes as well. Why were the British so obsessed with these arranged marriages and blood and all that? "Zhat it is too bad. He is handsome enough just..." She wrinkled her nose. "...he is a schoolboy and seemingly pretty average at zhat?" she mused, looking to Sara for confirmation.
"Non," Gabrielle gasped in not-so-mock-horror. "Zhat would be terrible." She began looking for her room and found one at the end with her name on it along with three others. She looked mortified. "I 'ave three roommates?"
Gabrielle listened at the door and heard the sounds of voices. So much for a private place.
"Perhaps I should fetch my uniforms and we can use your room?" she suggested.