Not seen in the dorms

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Dressed in her least favorite, old black leather, with a lurid scarf over her hair, Beka pads past her own room. She spares a brief hope that Lee is feeling better today, before ducking into the halls, head down, on her way shopping to somewhere. There's an awkwardness about her that runs counter to her usual confidence. It's clear she doesn't want to be noticed.