Monica paid little attention to the others and their introductions besides noting their names. When she felt it was her turn to speak, she stood and bowed slightly. "My name is Monica Phobos, former heiress of the Phobos family." With her short introduction over with, she sat back down, hands folded in her lap. She didn't really care about any of this, what was the point? She just wanted to get rid of this incessant NEED and be left alone. Maybe once she was done here, she could finally be free.

Her Mori stood silently by her shoulder, seeming to have taken the role of one of her maids. The Reflection stood perfectly straight, hands clasped around the knife and held in front of her, and she had even changed into an apron. Monica didn't really understand what her purpose was, but it didn't bother her very much. In fact, the actions of the strange creature gave her a comforting feeling of home.