Well...no, you're right, I am sure this one is mine. My key worked in the door, after all; it'd be ridiculous to think otherwise. But I can't very well —

[Share a room with a man, she almost points out, except that the truth is she doesn't really want to share a room with anyone, and at least this one is friendly. It could be worse, she supposes.

...Also, he's kind of cute. It could be a lot worse.]

...Er. what I mean is, this is the one you were assigned to, also? I wonder who had a hand in that...but if that's how it is, then I suppose it can't be helped, and we might as well make the best of it.