To hear her name, spoken in such a way, as if in alarm, made her pause for just a second before she jumped out into Desmond's path. She was without her talisman because she hadn't yet gone back into her room to finish dressing. She was wearing only a pair of knee shorts and a snug fitting t-shirt. Her body was athletic, muscular and small bosomed from her years of gymnastics. Her calf muscles bunched as she went up on her toes, prepared to spring one way or the other depending upon which way he chose to lunge.
But rather than lunge, he backed up and she faltered and relaxed slightly. Her arms dropped and she too took a step back. She was beyond confused. This man was in her room. He was a handsome man, she noticed that right off, but he was a man nevertheless. And he was in her room. And then as he spoke again she almost choked. As it was she spluttered and coughed. "My roommate?!" She squeaked and shook her head. "That's impossible. I didn't get any notice. And you're a boy!" She let go of one side of the towel and set both fists against her hips.
She was still trying to work out how she'd come to have a male roommate when he mentioned the towel. She glanced down at it, having forgotten she was even holding it. "They hurt worse than you think." She looked a bit indignant. "Besides, it was just to distract you enough to get out of here." She stood her ground and squared her shoulders, giving him a calculating look. "Are you sure you have the right room? You didn't walk into the wrong one by accident?"