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... Maybe it was just the lingering after-effects of her first jump between messing with Canthry's judgement, but she felt like someone had made a mistake.

Yes, that seemed fairly likely. Not that said mistake had effected her dramatically enough to bother mentioning, already so used to cramped accommodations and not-so-preferable roommates that she didn't even bat a lash strolling into the place. Small quarters, too many people, disgruntled, brusque, sweaty leering youth... Oh, it was just like home all over again!

Except, y'know, in the male Candidates' hall of a Weyr already bursting at the seams.

But no matter; Canth was really just so exhausted by that point that all she cared about was finding a place to kick her boots off and rest of the remainder of the evening. If push came to shove, even the floor would've been fine by her... though it seemed there were some cots (two it seemed?) stocked in the room she'd been taken to, peering around the body of the sorry rider-- some stubble-flecked fellow in his thirties-- who'd led her in.

"Well, this is it," he grunted in a rough tone, "... Alright, Canth, this will be your room. Remember it well, are we clear?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied wearily, mechanically.

"And stay out of trouble."

"Yes, Sir."

Apparently unused to such peculiar obedience, the gruff rider just blinked at her, sighed deeply, shot a look at the room's seemingly sole occupant, and gave up. "Alright then. Go and get settled."

"Yes, Sir."

"..." With that last odd face he was gone, leaving Canthry to just stand there in the little archway-- almost as if dazed-- to survey the place more properly before stepping in.

Surely, the worst of the day was already over and she was on a downward slope now... right?

Right?

Well, it seemed as if her appearance had stirred the hackles of the room's lone occupant! There was a surprise!

... Except, y'know, not.

Less than pleasant treatment was all old hat to Canth, and she didn't even flinch at the sight of it. As far as she was concerned, it would've just wasted energy (a precious resource at the moment) to show any unease... and there wasn't a lot there to start with, if any. Nope, she just broke eye contact with him, shrugged lightly, slouched her own broad shoulders, and slunk over to deposit her lone bag in a corner NOT near him to rifle through.

"I guess we're barrackmates now," she offered wearily, now COMPLETELY preoccupied with sifting through her meager possessions. It was a gesture she thought nothing of-- but it looked like dismissing him entirely to the rest of the world. "... The rider said your name was... Goran, right?"

Good thing Canth hadn't been expecting any friendly handshakes (the strange male would've probably tried crushing her fingers) either, but no matter; it didn't take any skin off her nose! Seemingly oblivious to the quiet seething, she just continued to rifle through her things, wearily unpacking the bag's meager contents just to make certain nothing had been forgotten.

A few necessary clothing articles, some small unknowns wrapped in cloth, what appeared to be a small joint-bladed paring knife... Yes, that was about the extent of it, and nothing seemed to be missing.

"Hmm?" Only when she heard that rumble SCREAMING of disgruntlement did she finally look over her shoulder, obviously less than impressed (or just tired, but no one else knew that).

"Oh... I'm Canthry. From Ista Hold." As if the latter wasn't obvious considering how her clothes still reeked of the ocean.

Aaand after that, it was right back to sorting her few things. Because apparently, they were far more concerning to her than a giant angry teenage male brooding within spitting distance.

...What was with that look that this guy was giving him? "You got something to say?" Goran ventured slowly, as if he was a little too dumb to realize that the other was obviously giving him some lip. He lurched from his cot to grasp at his full height, clearly relying on the menacing set of his shoulders to suggest that he wasn't playing around. Canthry, Ista Hold. Well, he'd see how well Canthry would do with a fist in his face and--

Before his mind could command his fingers to curl aggressively, a familiar figure ducked into the room. Arching a brow with surprise, narrow eyes wandered over Fenferari for a moment before he grunted a little. He was too agitated to say a proper hello, but at least they were on decent, if somewhat awkward speaking terms.

"New roommate." He announced with a growl, and his harsh stare was now pinned on the other boy. Clearly, he was waiting to see how 'Rari reacted to this dimglow. Knowing him, he wouldn't say a damn thing. The thought didn't help his mood any, and with a unintelligible mutter to himself, Goran sat down once more.

"New roommate?" Fenferari parroted, staring at Goran as if he'd just been told that the cure for the flu was to suck on coriander seeds. His eyebrows synched a little closer, "But--"

He looked back to Canthry as she spoke to him, his incredulous expression schooling itself into a more polite display of interest. His eyes were stormy with worry, but he did not seem unkind. "Lovely to meet you, Canthry. I hope your flight was an untraumatic one." He cleared his throat, not really sure what he should do at this point. His gaze lowered to observe the candidate's stature and form, pausing particularly long upon the feet and hands. Perhaps he should just keep his mouth shut like he usually did- it was easier when one simply submitted this way. But it just wasn't right.

"Excuse me, I'm not usually so blunt, but I am a bit confused. You are a female, and this is the... boy's barracks. Are the female quarters full?" His tone was a bit meek.

Oh, shells, it seemed the cat was out of the bag! ... Except that there had really been no bag to begin with and, quite frankly, no cat either, as Canth didn't so much as bat a lash, merely sighed, deeply, quietly, and shrugged.

"I was getting that feeling..." The first part was mumbled more to herself than anything, lips tight in what could have been a grimace, but then she forced it all away and simply rested her back against the wall of her new 'corner', perhaps to rest her feet, which were secretly very, very tired.

"I was just sorted here," she stated plainly, for lack of any better or more earnest explanation. Shouldn't a 'normal' female candidate have been sounding more... distraught about it than she did? "... I guess someone just made a mistake. They'll probably fix it sooner or later."

... Which meant that-- ... wait, she wasn't planning on going to fix it herself?! To Canth there was no point; issues were always worked out eventually and, quite frankly, tonight she was too tired to care for gender formality. In fact, it was only when she finally looked back to the utterly dumbfounded Goran that something seemed to click.

"... Is my staying here a problem for you?"

Right. It seemed that the best course of action was just to shut up and stare, letting 'Rari take the reins to this particular conversation... because Goran couldn't even form proper sentences at the moment. He wasn't very good at switching emotional states, and anger was still roiling around now that it'd been cheated of the chance to relieve itself with a well-aimed punch.

It was easier to ignore Canthry and focus on the only other male in this room, because since Canthry's gender had now been revealed... Goran couldn't hit her. It'd been a lesson instilled in him from day one that boys didn't hit girls. Without good reason, of course. He'd added that last bit on himself. But Canthry hadn't... done anything to deserve being hit. Had she been a guy? Well, now this was starting to make his head hurt, and he almost growled when he realized what Fenferari had just done. Given up his cot for her? And then he sidled on up to stare at him!

Goran knew what was going on, and it was enough to make him bristle all over again. Now that it had been completely rubbed in that he'd nearly gone off the handle, and now that 'Rari had made it so he looked like an absolute wherry about the whole situation, the big man was pretty close to snapping. No, 'Rari wouldn't get to play hero in this situation, and, with a growl still on his lips, Goran reached out to roughly shove the other onto his own cot.

Muttering unintelligibly under his breath, he stalked off to a corner of the room and threw himself down with more force than was necessary. Yes, he'd sleep on the sharding floor.

His bad mood had just gotten noticeably worse.