As soon as Elsa woke up, she knew it was going to be another strange week - she also had only been without a roommate for a few days before the reset brought a new person into room with the cedar door, the one that smelled of strong wood and the elegance of the earth itself, mostly for Matt's sake. But he wasn't here anymore and it was - someone else.
Someone she very clearly noticed having something of a freakout, which she supposed was fair - suddenly appearing in another dimension was always odd. And jarring.
But she wasn't a heavy sleeper so she didn't lounge during the commotion - no, she flailed beneath the thin blankets on the small bed (and...this was weird, were her limbs weird? What was wrong with her face??) and sat up. "Wait - " she tried to warn the poor man before he just...took off. "You'll need your - "
Oh, well, that was quite the THUD.
"Phone," Elsa finished, looking around to see if she could find the device and grab it so her new roommate could listen to the voicemail. If not that, then the paper airplane had to be arriving shortly. Then she shuffled to the door. "Are you okay down there?? I'm sorry to scare you, I'm not usually..." Whatever this was.