Walking in Anya suddenly realized just how tired she was. Maybe something about seeing cozy, inviting beds with soft pillows that were beckoning to her made this realization come up, but none the less it was this that made Anya quickly find her things and plop down on the bed and sigh.
What a tiring day. She thought, but then...

She quickly sat up scanning the room, there were beds. Plural. BedS. Her mind was suddenly filled with worst-case-scenarios about her bunk-mates.
She shook her head letting those thoughts fade away. They will (more likely than not) be just fine. Then the positive light shone in on her mind. It would be an easy way to make friends...maybe it would not be SO bad....