"There is also not really prison."

"I don't even know if she'd be able to identify her murderer, if she was murdered."

"If anybody were living in her room the Torontonians would know. Maybe someone just wanted her stuff..."

"Or had a grudge against her, or she knew something they didn't want known..."

"Very early in the year for this but not impossible."

"Oh, when did it happen?"

"Almost right away after inducing! I don't remember how right away."

"Wait, so when she was a freshman?"

"Yes!"

"Wow. That really isn't long to make enemies."

"But it is also strange if she did it to herself, because to be so depressed her parents should have sold her slot."

"Are there mals that cause depression? It seems like there must be."

"Don't think so actually? Perhaps I am forgetting something."

"Hmm. Well, I'll find out or I won't."

"Yes!" agrees Nia, and she's off.

And Kareen keeps an eye out in line for Toronto. 

Here's one!

"Blueberry muffin?" she says, like she usually does.

Blueberry muffin!

“I don’t think we’ve been explicitly introduced, you’re Toronto, right?”

"Yeah. Name's April." Nomf.

“Hi, April. I have a magic mirror that lets me talk to otherwise un-talkable-to people, and someone said Toronto lost someone to the void.”

"Wow, blast from the past. You mean Chantal? Walked out the back of her room two days into freshman year?"

“I did hear it happened early freshman year, but I didn’t have a name.”

"Well, her name was Chantal. Nice kid. I shouldn't gossip about her family situation but I'll definitely do it anyway for a jumbo hot dog with ketchup."

Jumbo hot dog with ketchup! Kareen continues to be a nosy bitch. 

Nomf!

"So her aunt is an idiot," she says, dual-wielding snacks. "The kind where you can't stand to hear true things that make you look bad. It would've made her look bad to be raising a kid who wouldn't cut it in the Scholomance, so she wasn't, so in goes Chantal and then out goes Chantal a couple days later. And honestly I can see where she was coming from, even though personally I am too stubborn to die. Like, this place is objectively hell and if you want to graduate you have to risk being the one to pay the maw-mouth tax, so why bother, if you're not scared of whatever the void does to people? Her seat should've gone to someone who'd use it, but she didn't get to decide that, Gail did." She takes another bite of her hot dog.