<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/KenzaBailian1.jpg)</div>Name: Kenza<br/>Location: Living room entrance<br/>Aimed at: Whomsoever she comes across<br/><br/>Before Kenza arrived she was expecting a plethora of different things;<em>will it be rude if I walk in on someone getting it on? Will they get rid of me if I ask too many questions? Will they like me?</em>She couldn’t respond to any of them for certain. However once she arrived and saw the amount of conversations taking place she felt right at ease.<br/><br/>Clutching a case in one hand and dragging a giant bag she managed a smile.<strong>“I’m Kenza, hello!”</strong>Her gaze was drawn to the elegance of their mansion. It was not extravagant compared to what she has grown up in but it still didn’t seem like a bad place to spend so much time at.<br/><br/>She wondered about the bedrooms, the quarters and the living situation. Once more she thought about picking the person who will have an idea about where she can drop her luggage, but the knowledge eluded her for the moment. She had done her part by taking the first step forward, now it was someone else’s to make an effort. She stood in a corner and smiled.