Witches Reign

[Kanaya is standing quite still near the center of the room; she has what looks like a quarter of a bedsheet wrapped around her head, and a hole has been cut in- sawed in, possibly, judging by the ruin that's been wreaked on the cloth- for her eyes. Dark green liquid is soaking through the wrapping in several places. She got here fairly quickly after searching her assigned respiteblock and reading the letter twice, but now that she's reached a common area, she's stymied by the sheer range of unfamiliar and inexplicable options before her.

A school, the letter had said. There had to be antiseptic somewhere: how else would you clean up after an unruly student had been culled? But for the moment- well, if she had breath to catch, she would be catching it. As it is, she tries to regain her bearings, and stares out through her makeshift mask with wary interest.]