Room 223, Sunday Early Evening

Natalie was actually pretty proud of herself, for walking away from the brunch like she had. Not getting along with one of your boyfriend's friends wasn't a reason to be proud, of course, but she'd stayed cool and not let herself get drawn into any kind of a bitchy cat fight with Brid. She felt she deserved some credit for that.

Of course, that meant she ended up spending a considerable portion of the day on her own, but that was fine. She'd had laundry to do, anyway, and a book she'd read only halfway through, not to mention things for the impending move. She'd been fine. Even now, she was rearranging stuff in her desk drawers in a way that would make them easy to move to another room in a few days.

And maybe wondering whether Brid was off the island yet. But she'd tell no one about that.

[ooc: Door and post open!]