Orla was a rough woman that took no shit. She was a masculine woman, or just a tomboy. With her attitude, it was easy to assume she was a girlkisser, until she wasn't.

In the common room, the topic of types and preferences in girls came up. Alice chipped in with her ideals and Orla looked a little confused.

"What bout you?" Alice asks. Orla looks around and scratches her arm.

"I don't like girls, they're pretty, but I'm not attracted to them." This was a surprise.