"Set it on fire a couple of months back, too," Sunny said by way of confirmation, her arms crossing, eyebrows arching in an expression that wasn't sure if it wanted to be amusement or annoyance. "It restored itself right down to the cheap fake tiger skins. Can't control your room assignment or move out, but if you make friends you can always bunk with them when the racism starts to choke."

This spoken from more experience than she cared to have.

"It... takes getting used to all around. For what it's worth, most of the people around here are okay." And she'd trained Jackson to stop saying Negro, so that was something.