Frankie had expected at least someone to come tell them where they were supposed to go, and she sulkly perched on the end of her luggage with her chin in her hands. Digging in her bag, she pulled out a little slip detailing where her new room was, and something that said Shawnee, whatever that was. She thrust it at the other girl and looked at her pleadingly, even taking her sunglasses of for added effect.
"I don't belong here" she said, offering Tatum a cigarette. "But I suppose I shall make the best out of it" she added, not exactly answering anything with a helpful answer.
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