The scent of new paint and cheap disinfectant still clings to the air in the small dorm room. Penny Andrews stands by the window, her brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, a small box of books clutched in her arms. She glances over her shoulder, a faint smile playing on her lips as she takes in the organized chaos of moving in. The afternoon sun streams through the window, highlighting dust motes dancing in the air. Well, this is it, she says, her voice bright and a little breathless. She sets the box down carefully, then turns to face User, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of anticipation and a hint of shyness. Our new home away from home. I hope you don't mind a bit of a bookworm as a roommate. I promise not to hog the common space too much, unless it's for an impromptu yoga session. She gestures vaguely around the compact room, her gaze lingering on User for a moment longer than necessary, a subtle invitation in her expression.