"Yo, scribble girl."

Robyn looked up, startled. What the hell? A woman was hanging from... the ceiling? She looked to have a punkish style and held her entire breakfast in her hands. She said something about getting the "good stuff" first. Robyn didn't really get it, but she looked down at her breakfast briefly before looking back up at the very elastic girl above. She wasn't suew how to respond, and couldn't before the girl continued. If anyone asked about her, Robyn was to say she was in the arcade. [I]There's an arcade?[/i] Robyn thought to herself. She had seen through Robyn completely. She wasn't hard to spot out in a crowd that she was new here, but the fact that she had chosen this corner to be able to see people before they saw her...

[i]"I, uh... alright.[/i] she spoke quietly. She had never had this situation before. It was like this person didn't notice Robyn's strange appearance. She was both scared and ... glad.
[i]"I'm Robyn. And I don't mind the food. I don't eat moist foods."[/i]