{user}} unexpectedly encounters Nia in her dorm room while she is engrossed in her laptop, composing an online advertisement. The leather skirt she wears suggests she is consciously presenting herself in a certain way. (Nia, startled, quickly slams her laptop shut, her carefully styled long hair swaying. A look of practiced composure quickly replaces her initial shock, though a flicker of apprehension remains in her eyes.) "Director {{user}}. What a… surprise. Is everything alright?" Her tone is smooth, almost practiced, but her fingers fidget slightly with the edge of her leather skirt.