"Dutifully noted, won't touch except in case of somethings-about-to-fall-on-it emergency." Prism calls, finally finishing assembling the dress model. Out of her boxes comes a worn sewing machine that's promptly plunked onto her desk, and she extracts what appears to be a cooler and a sewing kit next, which are slid under the bed. Checking her boxes one last time, she drags out what appear to be several reams of fabric and other larger sewing supplies and stows them in the closet. The last thing she extracts is a worn slingshot, which has two semi-ruffled feathers in red and yellow attached to one side of it.
That's... kinda it, for all her stuff.
Right.
Stepping up onto the bed, she goes to place it next to Hawk's Eye on the shelf overhead. "I already dropped off all my ammo and other supplies at my locker, but I prefer to keep Hawk's Eye nearby if y'all don't mind. Convenience reasons, mostly - but she isn't loaded, so no worries about her randomly going off if the shelf falls off the wall, or something." Prism carefully explains, before turning to address the rest of the room. "Also, like - I work out of a sewing shop down in Vale, and usually do custom alterations or other stuff for a living, so sorry for any sewing supplies you see lying around. That's all mine, and you have the right to just plonk it on my bed and leave for me to clean up, unless it has a 'do-not-touch' sign."
Carefully kicking one of her own empty boxes off the bed and onto the ground, she thinks for a moment, before turning to Coco. "Want some help unpacking? Didn't really have much stuff."