As Liz walked towards the gym, she began to hear more and more voices coming from it, meaning there were an awful lot of people in there who could possibly see her scars. Nervously, she pulls her hood a bit further over her head to do her best at concealing her deformation. The last thing she wanted was attention from any more than one or two people at a time, if that. Finally, she enters the gymnasium through the open doors, and is instantly greeted by the sight of rows of small booths detailing each of the clubs. Liz simply stood there for a moment, quickly glancing over the booths. She wasn't sure what clubs might interest her, so she decided to begin wandering around the outskirts of the aisle, nervously sticking her hands in her hoodie's pockets. As she passed by the booths, one particularly caught her attention; The Gaming Club. 

She's spent plenty of time playing video games during her difficult time of shutting herself in her room for a few years. So much that she might be good enough to impress some people here, if she tried hard enough. However, she didn't have the courage to go there alone at the moment... so she continued to wander around, pacing along the edges of the aisle in search for her own bravery.