As Shannon nervously stood before her, clad in a bathrobe, Margaret didn't know what to think. True, she had been acting strange recently, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. On the contrary; considering how much her mood had improved and how often she was going out, Margaret could only assume that she had acquired one hell of a social life. Inviting her into her room like this, though, was simply awkward. "Shannon, what's going on?"
