Santana similarly has few friends around here, which is an expected consequence of her resolve to hate everyone. That resolve falters, however, around certain people. Wichita bearing booze quickly finds herself lumped into that small category. With a satisfied nod, Santana says, "Okay, I'm down. Rec room? I'd offer my room but my roommate's, like, one of those uptight British chicks from boarding school movies."