Once Samantha has left the stage, a lean-limbed figure rises from a chair near the door.  Dressed in a hooded sweatshirt, yoga pants, and cross-trainer shoes, the figure reluctantly draws back its hood to reveal a shock of dyed purple and blond hair, drawn to a tight ponytail at the back of her head.  She has the lean-faced, long-necked look of a runner, and despite her lack of makeup or apparent confidence, she manages to look a little bit pretty.<br/><br/>Her bright gray eyes are aimed directly toward the floor for most of her walk to the front, but she looks up briefly as she nears Samantha.  There's something like curiosity and wariness in her eyes as she tries to comprehend the emotional reaction she seemed to instinctively feel.<br/><br/>She looks at the microphone and speaks into it reluctantly.  She seems a little wary of the massive... er... man? and suddenly the fact that she's on a raised platform and still as tall as him-- seated-- gives her a visible case of the heebie-jeebies.  "Um.... Katie Freeman," she says into the mic, speaking too close and giving off a whine of feedback that makes her wince.  With her country accent, the name sounds almost like it has an extra vowel.  'Ku-ay-teh'.  She looks a little more composed, glances around.  "It's good to meet you all.  I'm ah, here cause I run right fast."  She then steps aside and walks quickly toward the first open seat that's not actually<i>touching</i>anyone.