The man who entered gave off an air of ex military, it wasn't something that you could define but it was...there, like a scent but not. The short 'Hi' that he gave garnished a quick flash of a smile to him as a friendly greeting. His ragged facial hair and clothes were nothing to be worrying about, most men around his age grew a beard at some point, maybe he was just going through that sort of phase. The arm wrapped in cloth did worry her, images of District 9 and Prototype flashed in her mind's eye, causing her to take a few shuffling steps away from him, just in case...<br/><br/>The next she saw to enter, a young girl about her age if she guessed correct, was what could be described as 'noisy' in a physical sense, there was alot going on with her. The punkish hair, the assumedly recently broken nose, the thin look to her and creepily enough the blood red eyes. Boy she thought, they could stare right through you. "I was first here, not been here too long though," she spoke without making eye contact, it was just too...weird with those eyes, did she have a thing for coloured lenses? Could be a new punk thing, though she was pretty sure punks died out twenty years ago as a fashion.<br/><br/>The bouncy girl, as she quickly named her, still seemed as odd as the other two, but they all had their differences. The trench coat was the most disturbing part here, what on earth made her need that? Between the cloth covered arm, the blood red eyes and the trenchcoat hiding a slight hunch that she just noticed, she felt like she was about to be in a freakshow! Sure, she could walk through solid objects but she didn't look weird did she? Her self doubt even made her check herself over quickly before clearing her throat.<br/>"EAP? Sure. They sent me a letter offering a job, didn't fancy being a cashier at a store for the rest of my life." She hopped up onto the table with the stacks of papers, sitting on the edge to avoid ruining the neat piles. She finally noticed the fifth person, tilting her head at the sleeping body. " -That- was not here when I walked in," or maybe she'd just missed it?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>