Arinne entered the room, and Saturday followed behind her.

...Even though she'd met some of these people before, she still felt awkward around them.  Really, "met" was about all she'd done with them.  She'd never really talked to them, after all.  Even if she'd [i]tried[/i] to, she wouldn't have really gotten far.  Arinne was the only person she could talk at length with, and with anyone else the most she could really get out were a few mumbles before she had to make herself scarce.  People were just... Not her strong point.

It was [i]so much easier[/i] to deal with dead people, really.

Silently, she took a seat as close to Arinne's as possible and hunched down in her chair, shoulders sunk and head lowered as she quietly took a jammy dodger and began munching on it like a mouse.  Really, she already knew everything Arinne was going to say... Why was she even here?  Couldn't she just... Get to work already?  It would be [i]far[/i] less awkward than having to deal with all this...