"Yeah. I guess I'm not. It's— it's definitely nice having people around I can actually talk to. It's tough to talk to people who don't get the ways you're weird, y'know?"

The door to her room has a sign she painted with her name on, in all her usual colourful glory. Beyond the door is still a simple space, but there's a drumkit in the corner and various trinkets around the room—some Funkos of herself and Hobie and a gloomy bear plushie, plus a bunch of other stuff from Gerry's Hot Topic pallet and scattered accessories and clothes from her Casino haul.

She beelines for her dresser, across from the bed, to dig out the sewing kit.