Theo glanced up from her bent position to look at the newcomer with eyes that said are you fucking shitting me. She brought herself slowly to standing, less perturbed by the sight of the slim woman in a towel than she was by what she'd just seen. She made no move to go wherever the woman was frantically motioning for her to follow.
"No offense," she replied, pointing back to the open door from which she'd just come, "but whatever just happened to you can't be worse than what's going on in my room. There's a fucking dude being kept in a padded cell in my fucking mirror. Please tell me this isn't fucking normal."