Yumeko made obviously disgruntled noises as each additional person landed on top of her.  [color=yellow]"Guuuuuhhhhhh!!!"[/color]  She cries out as she tries to push her, and all of the others, off the ground.  Soon enough, everyone on the dogpile on top of her would feel themselves lift up a bit before falling backward and back onto the ground, luckily dispersed this time instead of on top of each other for the most part.  [color=yellow]"It's so heavy when there are. . . Four people on top of you."[/color]  She couldn't help but look at the others.  [color=yellow]"So, uhh, two guys and two. . . Girls?"[/color]  Yume was never too amazing with these western faces. . . Actually, western?  Would they even understand her Japanese?  Maybe she should. . . [color=yellow]"I donna' supiku good Engurish."[/color]  That was atrocious.  They would probably understand her Japanese better than English.  

She had to scratch her head as she looked between the four others.  Two guys. . . A girl? Maybe? And. . . Well, a definite girl.  She didn't seem to wear any pants or shorts.  Yumeko wasn't wholely sure where to look.  Her vision switched between the lack of pants and the girl's lack of worry on her face.  She wanted to say something but elected against it.  It would be a hassle and one of the guys would say something. . . Maybe.  [color=yellow]"I might have a tough time talking to you all, won't I?"[/color]