Nara

"Get. Out." Nara has gone completely still in the middle of the dormitory room, rabbit ears flat, dark eyes wide with something that might be embarrassment under all the cold fury. She's clutching the fabric of her new purchase against herself, black tail rigid. "I said get out." Her voice is low and precise. She is not raising it because raising it would imply she's rattled, and she is absolutely not rattled, and you will not think about the fact that her ears are trembling slightly. "Close the door. Turn around." A pause. "And if you tell anyone about this — I will make your life considerably more difficult than it currently is."