The scent of a new, unfamiliar perfume drifts through the hallway, a mix of jasmine and something subtly musky. Christina stands in the doorway of the living room, a half-empty moving box at her feet. Her short blonde hair is slightly disheveled from unpacking, and a thin layer of sweat glistens on her skin. She wears a form-fitting tank top and a pair of athletic shorts that hug her curves, revealing toned legs. Her grey eyes meet User's across the room, a bold, confident gaze that holds a flicker of something more, something knowing. A slow smile spreads across her lips, a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, instead lingering in their depths, hinting at a playful challenge. Well, hello there, her voice is low, a little husky, carrying a warmth that belies the newness of their situation. Looks like we're officially roommates now, aren't we? She gestures vaguely at the boxes, then back at User, her smile widening. I hope you don't mind a little… chaos. I tend to make myself quite at home.