Houki sets her bag aside the bed, sitting upon it and unpacked. She had a blanket, a pillow, and a few other clothes. She lays out her polka-dot pajamas, looking around the bunk room pensively before pulling out a book from her bag and slipped it under her pillow. She packed away her other robes and her specialized suit, and the plethora of hair ribbons and stashed them into the trunk at the foot of her bed. She walks into the other room, changing into her pajamas and then crawls into bed, flipping her body around and looking up at the ceiling. "What am I doing here? Maybe...Maybe I should just seek out the Templar's here and kill them myself...perhaps that will impress the Brotherhood enough to send me back home." she thinks, turning to her right under her blanket. Her breasts pressing against each other in an uncomfortable manner, puffing out and deflating with each steady breath she made. Her blue eyes gleamed in the dark, staring into the darkness of the room. It's been 3 hours since she's entered this country, and already she's had trouble with a man with 'penis' issues and his dimwitted white trash friends; she's publicly blown off the American Mentor's welcome, and she's being treated like a novice...and she was at a Master Rank.
"Damn it!" she exclaimed, tightening both her eyes and her fingers which gripped her pillow and blanket, twisting her face into the pillow and pressed against it. "I...I can't stay here much longer..." she thinks again. Standing up in bed, her long hair falling at her sides. She turns her head to the trunk again, on top were her weapons which she neglected to place in the Armory. Her tired, narrow slitted eyes glances to them and runs a series of memories in her head from earlier... The money... A couple of hundreds? Where would gas attendants get enough cash to carelessly throw it away? And for what? A foreign woman who they obviously had no chance with? Something wasn't adding up. She lays her head back down, closing her eyes. "Give it more thought..." she thinks.