Allison had done some roaming around herself, trying to get a good lay of the land and giving herself a good chance to at least get a good grasp of what's happening. Every now and then she gets hit with waves of homesickness, and a very real temptation to reach for her phone so she could call someone takes over when she least expects it, but she's trying to not focus on that anymore. Allison had moved away from anything resembling a home for far longer than she cared to count and always adapted well to it. She could do the same now.

By the time curfew rolls around, the emotional exhaustion is heavier than anything else she could be feeling so she immediately goes to her room. Which will be another adjustment, considering the only times she has shared her room with anyone was whenever Lydia, Scott, or Isaac spent the night over. But it would be fine, right? She would have had to share a dorm with someone in college if she would have gotten there, so... This is like starting early. Kind of.

When she walks through the door and sees one of her roommates rocking back and forth, though, Allison pauses for a moment. Concern kicks in right after the momentary surprise, and she takes a step inside the room.

"Hey," she greets, quietly enough to try and not startle her. Living in Beacon Hills had prepared Allison all too well on how to deal with people that experienced trauma, and that's all she can think of as she catches a good glimpse of her roommate. The last thing she wants to do is startle her. "Are you okay?"