As a detective, you needed to be aware of your surroundings, and Naoto was especially cautious (or possibly paranoid?), because this was a wholly different world than the one she came from and considering the rather diverse personalities she'd met so far, she needed to be more careful than before.

The little netbook was on-- she only ever bothered turning it off at night nowadays-- and propped up on her bed. Well, if she was going to watch the network the whole day and take relevant notes, she'd might as well get comfortable. There was absolutely no sense in sitting on a bed like it was a stiff classroom chair.

Occasionally pausing to tap at the netbook's keys or trackpad, Naoto was already slipping her button-up shirt off and reaching for her chest binder (she needed a bra now that she wasn't actively passing herself off as male, but where in this would would she even get one?) when the door opened and she froze.