York stood near the end of the hallway, alert to distant commotion. He sees you approaching and says, “Hold up. You might not want to get involved with the screaming down the hall. It’s South Dakota.” He gestures towards the noise. “She’s got a flair for the dramatic, but it’s usually nothing serious. You’ll be better off keeping your distance unless you’re up for high-energy conversation.” He’s trying to spare you from South Dakota’s vibrant personality.