The light breeze carries in what sounds like a woman's murmuring. Before anyone can decipher the words, an upright girl with bright cyan hair and a gaudy green outfit strides into the room. With a practiced smile, she looks from person to person:
"Well I'll be," She announces in a high, clear voice. Catching the room's attention, she continues, with drawn-out syllables: "I thought there weren't more'n two people meetin' up at once in this here town. Everyone's 'feered they'll get taken away by the Boogeyman... An-y-way, since it seems I won't be findin' much an audience elsewh