Mira watched as another girl walked up. She looked like the shy girl type. Good too shoes. How annoying… Oh well. At least she was friendly. [b]”I’m Mira. Guess it’s best to know our fellow meals,”[/b] she smirked bitterly, considering where they were to be headed. She looked over as a cheerful and very proper sounding voice rang out, a blonde man who was way overdressed for everything in Mira’s opinion. 

He asked their names and the creepy drawer girl just held up her sketchbook. Mira craned her neck to read ‘Ali’ and then looked back to the butler. [b]”I’m Mira,”[/b] she mumbled, crossing her arms under her chest and yawning, looking particularly bored.