"Russel Omhiaba. Yes, I know." Mauve stood up and set her book aside, though not before taking a quick look at the page number, 243, then standing to greet the new member of the team. "You're in the correct room, Mr. Omhiaba. Did you not see the label above the door reading ROSE? No matter, you're here now, and without much difficulty I suppose."
Turning around and walking forwards slightly before turning in a way that kept all three of her three other teammates in sight. "We are the remains of Team FIRE. You are the replacement for the girl who left, Fortuna Altin. This," she extended an arm out to Ismael, "is Ismael Skhaos. And this," now moving her arm to point at Nathan, "is Nathan Eau. They, along with me, will be your new teammates for your stay at Beacon. You were formerly an Atlas student, yes? Things might be a little different here, though I have no doubt that you have already anticipated that. Atlas and Vale are very different places. That has never been in question."
"Now!" she said, clapping her hands once to punctuate, Mauve gestured to the completely unpersonalized bed next to hers. "That one belongs to you now, as does the desk adjacent to it. I hope you will find it fitting and if not, simply ask and I will order or simply go out in Vale to purchase more comfortable pillows, blankets, mattresses, whatever you may want. If you have any other things you have free reign of your decorations, unless they are overly large or of licentious nature." Here she inserted a smile. "I'm sure there will be no problems pertaining to that though, correct?" Without waiting to Russell to respond, she continued, "Great. Am I missing something? I feel like I'm missing something."
She had to take a few seconds before she realized what. "Oh! Yes. Me. My name is Mauve Roux, daughter of the late General Andersen Roux of the Roux family, also originating from Atlas, though I myself was born and raised in Mistral. My brother actually went to Atlas's combat school." Though Mauve couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and actually partly anger for Atlas's school very obviously not teaching him enough, her exterior was perfect as always, a soft smile on her fact. "It's good that you transferred to Beacon. Pleased to meet you, Russel." Here, she held her hand out expectantly.