Third-person POV
The door to Electra's room had barely clicked shut behind them when Roxana stopped walking. She turned on her heel so sharply that her boots scraped against the dormitory floor. Her arms crossed over her chest, her jaw tight, eyes blazing with disbelief.
"I cannot believe that just happened," she hissed. "I actually cannot believe she just said we were overwhelming her."
Irina slowed to a stop a few steps ahead, already rubbing her temples like she'd expected this. Penelope halted too, her expression cautious, while Seraphina lingered slightly behind them, awkward and unsure of where she was supposed to stand.
"We were trying to help," Roxana continued, her voice rising despite her obvious effort to keep it down. "All of us, and she just..." She scoffed. "She basically kicked us out of her room like we were inconveniences."
