She nodded as he walked away, still as confused as ever. He was acting as if their fight earlier had never even happened. She honestly didn't know how to feel about him anymore. If she wasn't careful she might even begin to like him. At this thought, she brought a hand to her mouth and her body shook in a silent laugh. Oh well, at least he wasn't being a jerk anymore, though she was still curious about why he had been acting so... strange. After pondering this for a moment, she shrugged. If it was important she would find out eventually. With this, she decided to head to her room since she had nothing better to do at the moment. She examined the chart on the wall and located her room. Then, at a leisurely pace, she proceeded down the hallway until she reached it. The door opened without any trouble, and she peered into the room. It seemed comfortable enough with a bed, lamp, dresser, and desk all positioned neatly in the room. She soon came to realize that she even had her own private bathroom. Well, this sure was a step up from where she had been living before. Walking into the room, she closed the door behind her and then plopped down onto the bed. Dropping her rifle onto the floor, she cuddled up under the blankets, suddenly realizing just how tired she actually was.