...huh, guess so.

[ One extra bedroom = one other person in her head, but not like there's something stopping you sharing one of the beds she guesses.

South's thankful that she didn't leave the place too messy before going out today, that'd be embarrassing, but it's definitely not totally devoid of stuff laying about. So she groans, drops her head into her hand for a second, before at least moving to pick up some things on her own—there's a mostly empty whiskey bottle she pulls a face at and gets out of the way, for one. ]

I swear, I'm not a total slob. Just— getting used to living alone.