Megan got up and began exploring the room. Just as she figured, everything was set up just like it had been before she moved. Her computer was still set up, her suitcases, Niles' food, everything was where it should be. Except for the fact that it had been several decks below when she went to bed. Finding her suitcase, Megan opened it up and began pulling things out for the day- a nice blouse and pants set-, then began taking off her night shirt, not caring if Emily was watching.
"That's the biggest problem I'm having with this," Megan said, her head now inside her nightshirt. "I can't help myself, I like things to have order, to make sense. It's just easier for me to deal with." She tossed the shirt aside and began looking for a bra. "I like knowing where things are. Where I am. And this moving around shit is getting old. You don't keep rearranging crap where the blind girl's involved."