[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/S3GBAIAV2JLYA/giphy.gif [/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]You’re lookin’ crazy, you’re lookin’ wrong
It looks like we’re gonna get along 

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJ-_ENvdvNs][color=8A2BE2]- [I]"Pretty Little Psycho" by Porcelain Black[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=8A2BE2]Location:[/color][/b] Room 107 (Outside passageway)  Room 101 (Sitting Room)
[b][color=8A2BE2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Upon the sound of the man giant Gilbert “The Hat” Summers addressing her specifically, Alexandra’s head swung to the side. She batted her eyelashes in an overdramatic fashion as her dark eyes traveled up the man’s tall form. [color=8A2BE2]“Yes, sweet father of giants,”[/color] she teased. It was almost endearing. Almost. She couldn’t help it as the corner of her mouth turned up into a sly smirk that nearly matched his own. She always liked to start a good banter, even if the likelihood of the other reciprocating in kind was often slim to none. They could catch the bone, so to speak, that she throws, or not. In the end it didn’t really matter, she would always make the most of whatever kind of response she got.

	Her eyes widened at the rest of what “The Hat” had to say to her. [color=8A2BE2]“Oh?”[/color] she remarked in surprise. [I]He knew several Great Bazhoolis?![/i] Her wide-eyed gaze then turned to James followed by her mouth falling agape. [color=8A2BE2]“You too?!”[/color] she exclaimed in an almost shrill voice. She stood there for a moment looking all kinds of—psycho? It was kind of up to interpretation.  

	She finally picked her jaw up off the floor and straightened up her posture to something more appropriately resembling a sophisticated woman in a dress. Well, sort of. After all, she was still clutching her heels in her hand instead of wearing them. But, I mean, no one’s perfect. Especially not her. [color=8A2BE2]“Huh,”[/color] she commented lamely. She rested her handful of shoes back on her shoulder, before slowly following along with the assembled group. 

A slight weariness began to creep into Alexandra’s demeanor as all the information she had learned in the last hour or so of consciousness whorled inside her head. It was all just so much to take in. Her gaze only half took in the interiors of the rooms they passed through before finally arriving in the sitting room. She chose to sit next to Sophia. It wasn’t that she had any qualms about sitting next to someone she hadn’t already met. It was just the closest chair. She let out a small sigh as she sat down and set her heels down onto the floor.

	Her head popped back up when Eve entered the room. She glanced over at Sophia, arching a brow in question, before looking back at the interesting newcomer. She tried not to fidget as the woman began her spiel, but she was kind of finding it hard to just sit there, let alone to shove anymore information into her already overfilled brain.