The first highly Evelyn noticed as she entered room 701 was that it's ...kinda shitty.
Well, not shitty, really. Spartan was more the right word. A bunk bed, a table, some light. All metal. It was functional, but far from homely.
Evelyn liked to see herself as more than just a sheltered, All-Amerian princess brat, but she did have a soft spot for luxury. Some wooden furnitures, thick mattresses that you can sink into, double blankets, etc. Just some modern comfort.
As she jumped into her bunk and for a feel for the rather mediocre bed, she made a note to ask the manage on purchasing new furnitures for her dorm. Money was never a problem for her, not when the global economy remained predictable...for her, at least.
Jumping off her, Evelyn left her room and made for the cafeteria. The place remained purely functional, but the buffet was nice enough. Were she a more culinary inclined person, she would have been more excited.
Still, it was a step in the right direction, at least. Really, if these people wanted her help, they really need to step up the catering