Ezren grabbed a long, chunky sweater off the clothes-strewn floor and threw it on over the tank top and tights she’d slept in. Then she snagged her pack and her goggs from her desk, littered with about a dozen other electronic trinkets, cups, and exercise bands. She dashed in and out of the tiny, shared bathroom, pausing only briefly to knot her mousy hair atop her head. Oh well, at least she didn’t get a grade for personal appearance.
