[b]Hilda Maristela, Library[/b]

Hilda let out a short, high pitched squeal as she heard someone behind her. Even worse, it was someone [i]addressing[/i] her. Slowly, almost mechanically, she turned around... She was somewhat relieved to find it was another girl. Not that it made things all that much better, but she wasn't sure what she'd do if one of the boys saw her dressed like this.

...Although it didn't exactly help that it was a rather pretty girl, who most likely thought that Hilda looked absolutely ridiculous in the outfit she'd been forced to wear.

"...Wah! Um... H-hello, um, uh... I'm j-just, um... Well, you see um..." After a moment of mumbling followed by one of awkward silence, Hilda stiffly stood to attention and held out a trembling hand. In her flustered state, she'd almost completely forgotten her manners. "I'm, um, I'm H-hilda and um... Um, I d-didn't, um... This outfit, it's um... Ended up wearing it wh-when I got here and um uh um..."

So much for first impressions. Hilda was thoroughly convinced that the other girl would think she's a complete mess and best left alone.