Amy stayed a little back from the group as the louder and more sociable of the group came around introducing themselves.  It was a little nice in some ways: she'd been in groups where nobody had a great deal to say, and she'd ended up with the task more than once of leading off with a story.  For now, she could sit and eat, relaxing and building up her energy for the arduous but exhilarating task of gift-wrapping a structure.<br/><br/>The mention of Skrillex caught her ear, as did the look of confusion upon Orianna's face.  She gave everyone a little bit of time, and when no one offered to explain, pulled out her phone and did some quick typing, before offering it to Orianna.  "If you want to know what kind of music Skrillex plays, just hit Play."<br/><br/>The device was old and worn, likely the best that Amy could afford, but still serviceable.  Various dings and scratches showed that her phone got an awful lot of love, apparently especially for songs.