Surprisingly, the slowly padding near nude girl was the next one to step up to the array of vast white square-thingies with black scribbles on them. Well, that's all that the pinky-purple haired could call the complex legal documents laid out before her. What even was a form? She'd sooner assume that it was something you had to eat than put your name on. In the long, uncomfortable moments in which she was just standing still in front of the form that stared at her incomprehensibly in the face, a glowing, burning blush bloomed on the cat girl's pale, pristine cheeks. Suddenly, as if those features had always been there, her tail curled around her lower body nervously and her ears twitched before drooping atop her head, illustrating her distress and worry.<br/><br/>"U-Um. Mrs. Computer Lady? M-Mimi can't..." She struggled to find the word that she was looking for. "Sii... S-Seen? Mimi can't... S-Sign things." She murmured to no one in particular, hoping that the strange, electrical voice that hurt her ears would be listening. Her voice, heard for the first time, seemed not nearly as confident as she looked, flaunting most of her body to people she'd never met before yet apparently near incapable of talking to their guide.<br/><br/>Her feline features displayed her nervousness, as well of the fact that she looked like she wanted to curl up and hide, her arms hugging one another across her chest. ISIS scared her, somewhat. The 'computer lady' as Mimi so lovingly deemed her, seemed to be everywhere at once, always present, all seeing, catching every detail. Mimi and ISIS had encountered opportunities to speak beforehand, and soon enough Mimi was sleeping about as close to the door as she could, not wanting to be eternally in the midst of the strange woman's clutches. Mimi didn't quite get the idea that ISIS wasn't really a real person. It was hard for her to understand.<br/><br/>She wanted badly to shift back into her feline form and hide away, but she knew she had to do what she was told. She didn't know why, but she'd been doing what she was told for a while, and everything seemed fine. She had free food, and other such luxuries. Maybe she'd just have to put up with the creepy computer lady for now. That seemed to be the best option.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>