Rachel, in her passive behaviour, mostly just sat back, carefully listened to the conversation and tried to gauge how everyone was. So far, everyone had a rather clearcut aspet, which was a relief for the girl. Something she could deal with and feel comfortable with. Riggs seemed like a well-spirited, decent guy, so, despite her jumping a little as his attention suddenly shifted towards her, she was happy to answer him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"Oh, uhm... tha-thank you. Uh... I was alright, I think."</span>The bright haired girl blushed a little, which was rather easy to see, as she tended to be a little pale.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"No way was I as good as you guys though. I... I actually really wanted to play an instrument... I'm... not that great at... you know.. just talking in front of a lot of people, so..."</span>The singer sighed a little, then smiled sweetly. It seemed like she tried to smile her own embarassment away.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"I guess singing is just a bit too attention grabbing for my taste, ha... But I can't play anything worth a damn."</span>Rachel ran her hand through her messy hair, making it even wilder.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"Just... uh... don't set your expectations too high."</span>It was half a joke, half a timid attempt at apologizing in advance.