From her hipbag Sarah had pulled out the letter again. She hadn't looked up at Jennifer's arrival, in fact, she had visibly cringed as the woman in her trenchcoat had greeted them. People like her quickly got on Sarah's nerves. They simply were too much cheer and sunshine for her to handle without a migraine. It always felt she got mocked whenever she met one in a "I'm so happy because I'm better than you." So for now, Sarah decided to ignore the woman and scan the letter with her red eyes again. She glanced at the direction at the others when they pointed in her general direction, before Sarah realized that Jennifer was pointing at the weird cushi-, wait. She frowned, the others were right. What she had first mistaken for the furniture belonging to someone of questionable taste was actually alive.<br/><br/>Not wanting to wake whatever it was, Sarah shuffled a bit further away from it before returning her attention to the letter in her hand. Her other hand in her platinum blonde hair with the elbow on her knee. The other people here made her uncomfortable, and she wondered if the offered job would be working with them. They were not only total strangers, but some of them dressed odd. Not to mention the pink and purple thing near her. She finally took notice of the others again as the door opened once more, revealing a very tall man dressed in lavish red and black. While she wondered how much those clothes must have costed, she glanced to Nathaniel as he mentioned the packets. Apparently he included the pink thing in her person count as well as her, to Sarah's surprise. She bit on her lower lip, people had a tendency to ignore or forget about her. Resting her cheek on her fist she glanced at the sleeping pile of fur again, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke it.<br/><br/>When the door opened again, she only briefly glanced at it to watch Mathew enter.  Faded clothing and cane, which he wasn't using simply because it looked stylish. "What a sore bunch we are here..." She muttered to herself, staring emptily ahead of her.<b> “Alright I'll be the first one to say it, I'm going to guess we're all here for the same thing? We all got the same letter since we're 'different'?”</b>She looked up at Malum's words, frowning.<i>"If having a strange sense of fashion, then yeah, I guess most of us are different."</i>She glanced at the bubbly girl wearing a trenchcoat when she spoke.<i>"If military-man over there is right, we're waiting on just two more. I'd say save all the cheery little greetings and hugs until then or something?"</i>She didn't hide the indifference and boredom in her tone of voice, not even fully lifting her head from her supporting hand.<br/><br/><i>"One more."</i>She added when the door opened again, and Helga walked inside. Her red eyes fixed themselves on the cigarette in the new woman's mouth, and her body tensed. Despite having kicked the smoking habit a few years ago, she still got cravings. Hugging her thin frame, she turned away her head and stared at the pink and purple thing again, trying to distract herself for the nicotine stick held by woman in her duster jacket.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>