Riley was shy. There was no doubt about that. She sat close to Corey in a way that spelled out her personality, almost clinging to the fact that he was out there, and the rag tag leader of the group. She glanced around at the others nervously, still feeling the obligation to give them polite smiles every time they looked at her face. As she began to sweat a bit from the stress of the diner's bustling, she was shocked out of her trance by Corey's voice asking about some party at a scrap yard.

"Um..yeah! That sounds g-great…", she murmured, a smile spreading across her face as she first stared at Alex, and then around at the rest of the group, "I haven't gotten out much in a while…so it could be pretty interesting."

As she finished her sentence, she glanced down at the black bandana wrapped around her wrist tightly, and began scratching around the edges. Although this was all the most fun she had had in months, it was still stressful and busy, and it was still a bit of a trigger for her self harm.