Solia decided, liked Lucky. He seemed like a smart guy, even if he had an accent. Smart, and he'd just kind of rolled with all the s**t that went down in the murder mystery. Plus they were buddies now! Traitor buddies. Kind of. Sort of. It was all very complex and while she got it, she was choosing to selectively ignore it.

Her mark covered by simple bandage, she made her way down the trainee halls, seeking out the lucky man's room number.
With a box of Lucky Charms cereal in on hand. A bag of two bowls, spoons, and a small carton of milk in her other. They had failed to solve the mystery and now there were suspected killers on the Deus campus. She planned to become a cereal killer. And Lucky, lucky charms- well she thought it was all very clever of her.

Arriving at the door of one Schjkpoiuyhgf Barytguhjkl, She kocked on his door with a wide grin. "Lucky! Lucky you home?"

Was it her lucky day?