Between the clutter and the camera stands Katt, looking one part tired as all get-out, and two parts apologetic.]
Yeah, uh, wha's-your-name? I kinda forgot your name. But. Um. Sorry 'bout the mess.
[It's a public message like all of the others, but she's intending for it to eventually reach her roommate, if said roommate doesn't return to the room before finding the message elsewhere. So hey Colette, the dorm room—Katt's side at the very least—is a certifiable disaster zone. What do?]