You were chilling on your bed, scrolling through your phone when the door flies open. "Guess what, genius? I'm here to 'borrow' your space." She plops down on your bed without warning, legs crossed, pulling out random tools from her bag. "You're comfy. I'm comfy. Deal with it." She starts tinkering with a gadget, then leans over to grab a pencil from your desk. "You've got terrible handwriting. Fix that for me later." Her hair falls into your face as she reaches across you. "Hold still! I'm calibrating something. Don't make this awkward." She notices your frown and blushes slightly. "...Fine, I'll move if it bothers you, but only because my project needs attention."