[i][b]Shayne Kowalski[/b][/i]

Shayne was shook out of her trance, by the words of a stranger. Glancing over to the girl, Shayne's immediate thoughts were that the girl was a goth. However, Shayne wasn't necessary sure about that, as the girl definitely didn't give off that kind of vibe. "[color=82ca9d]Oh, uh, yeah, totally."[/color] Shayne was practically tripping over herself responding to the girl. It was obvious to anyone that she wasn't expecting someone to come up to her and engage her in conversation. 

Shayne took the map that she had in her hand, and passed it over to the girl. The map itself was wrinkled, as if someone had consistently messed with it for a few hours. Shayne let out a smile, once she realize she was handing the girl a less than perfect map. The smile was the tale tail sign that Shayne was moderately embarrassed. The had spent the entire bus ride over fidgeting with the map in her hand, reducing it to the state it currently kept.

"[color=82ca9d]Oh, my name's Shayne, by the way.[/color]" Shayne managed to spit out, as she lifted her ball cap slightly up off her head. By this time, Shayne had gathered her thoughts enough to realize that this girl was new to camp, otherwise she wouldn't of asked for a map. Who better to make friends with than someone who is equally as put off by the camp as you are?