No! ( an overly enthusiastic denial, only partially exaggerated by surprise as sara steps closer, until kara's back is pressed up a little more firmly into her doorway, a hand curving over the nape of her neck, a nervous gesture. ) I didn't... you broke the door. Obviously. It's on the ground.

( semantics. sara destroyed the door, but it had been dysfunctional since early this morning, when kara had shoved her key in and twisted hard enough to break the metal off inside. )

You... ( but there's no lying outright as far as kara's concerned. she's never been good at it, never had any sort of poker face or a strong enough stomach to handle lying straight to someone's face, especially not someone she considered a friend. and sara was a friend — maybe a complicated one that made her stomach do strange things sometimes, but still, she was a friend. lying to her, even over something silly, just felt wrong, and kara's sigh of surrender comes fairly quickly after. ) ... yes.

But it was an accident. I swear, I must have misread the sign, I thought it was my room...

( east and west are just a few letters off, after all. there's sincerity in her defensiveness, a genuine worry of sara's disappointment. or worse, her anger. )

I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to.