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Weiss sighs contently as she looks over the progress she has made in her quarters. She had found a nice place in the Pathfinder that was sparsely populated… not deserted by any measure… but not a lot of traffic either. Kind of perfect. But, getting back to her room. She has only had 2 'quarters' in her life, living accommodations that is. Her bedroom in her family's home and the dorm at Beacon she shared with the rest of team RWBY. So she didn't exactly have a lot of experience to draw from when she decorated her quarters.
Subconsciously, she made it look more like her bedroom in her home. Maybe someday it will be a place she can start to feel like a home.
But then, she would much rather just go home period.
The room is silent within, allowing her thoughts to drift. For her inner (constant) critic to assess her surroundings and find flaws to fix. But that silence is abruptly interrupted when she hears something at her door. It sounds like someone bumping into the door. She looks over her shoulder towards the door, a brow perked up. Immediately she speaks up "If it's anyone but a Ruby, I don't want any!" she is kind of loud. But as she watches the door from her peripheral… she realizes if it was Ruby she would have heard her coming down the corridor a long time ago. She turns now smoothly on her heels and strides towards the door. Walking passed it's display, she grasps her rapier like sword. And when she gets to the door it slides open. She is tensed, as if preparing for attack. Because… one never knows. She leans out the door, looking left to right. No one. A step forward, and her boot bumps against something laying there upon the deck. A small package… and a confused look upon her pale features. Reaching around her waist she clips her weapon to her right hip, and then she kneels down. She scoops up the package and carefully turns it over in her grasp. Looking down the corridor once more… she calls out "Excuse me! Who left this here?" Another few steps forward, she looks back down to the package.
@Wade Von Doom