Step. Step. Ripley had a shopping bag on her arm with her coat open and the top button open on her shirt. With nearly locked elbows, she carried a twenty-four count case of individual orange juice bottles. Making her way into Kitsune dorm, she puffed some air to get a few stray strands out hair out of her face. The weight of the case was nothing. Just the bulk proved interesting.
A few more steps and Ripley reached the demon's door. And with a fumbling of the door knob and a firm kick of the door, she stepped inside and dropped the case at her feet.
"My human side won out," she smirked looking over at Davian.