"I'm f-fine Jocelyn, no worries." Her voice is still perfectly calm, beyond the light waver in it - Prism's remarkably good at keeping it together, apparently. The blush only grows as Amane glances into the box, but Prism gives a silent sigh of relief as she doesn't say anything and simply moves on. This can probably be played off easily enough, as long as she just lets Coconut take it, and pack it away.
That way, she can simply forget the fact she's buried herself elbow-deep in her teammate's erotica. Which, as Prism shifts books to the side with the pretense of digging, appears to mostly, well. Faunus-related. He totally has a faunus fetish. Great.
Prism doesn't know what's worse. The fact this is her roommate now, or the fact that well, by the looks of things. They had the same taste in women.
Prism looks up as Coco approaches, fixing him with an intense stare as he awkwardly tries to take the box away - but then, to her growing horror, suggests she help unpack it with a lecherous smile on his face. There's a shift in her expression at his suggestion, something that spells determination behind her eyes - and rises to her full height, a magazine clutched in her hands, and simply, damningly, raises an eyebrow as the pages of a faunus-girls calendar drop to some random month.