The hallway outside 313, Tuesday night

Somewhere around 10 pm, Jaina ended up in the hall, armed with a multitool and a medium-sized carton of metal pieces she'd scrounged up. She wasn't sure what she was putting together at the moment, but it was going to be something.

If anyone asked, she'd say that she didn't want to clutter up Inara's side of the room with her junk if it turned into a big project. However, that didn't account for the pillow and blankets. That was because she felt like being a brat.

[Establishy.]