The groggy wake-up had helped dull Cecilia's responses somewhat, and that was probably good. If she had been even a little less out of it, she was quite certain that she would not have been able to stop herself from chewing Marco about eighteen new assholes. She was angry and a little bit alarmed, and her hands burned with the need to clench into fists. She refused. Neptune nudged her side, and she turned away. She briefly caught Owen's eye and the look he gave her, and she offered him a weak smile and shrug before walking over to speak quietly with Pam.
"If I were you I'd get out of here. Find a place to put him that Marco's not going to come across." She glanced as Chase and Kiley, and figured it was a pretty safe guess that Pam had just been upgraded to a private room.
Owen's suggestion helped to bring her a little more out of her anger and she looked back to him, trying to gage how he felt about this. She wasn't sure how she felt about this. She didn't want to share a room, but if she had to, it needed to be someone she trusted. That was a woefully short list of people, and it read: 1. Owen. 2. Oliver, maybe? And then it was just a lot of question marks of people she thought maybe she could trust someday, if she really had to. Sighing, Cecilia put her thumb and forefinger in her mouth and whisted loudly. "Look, I think everyone needs to take a bit to reorient themselves. I'd suggest everyone go check out their room, change, shower, eat -- whatever it is you need to do. Anyone that's not happy with their rooming situation, or anyone with a private room willing to take on a roomie, meet back here in an hour. How's that sound?"