THE ROOM » OTA
[ standing among the crowd in the room, coming not even to five feet tall, lilina might not attract much attention... that is, if it weren't for her breathing. be silent, they're told, and silent is what she strives for, but she cannot help how her fear manifests, how her budding panic has her lips parting on short, shallow gasps of air. she feels dizzy, fair skin even paler than normal, teetering on the cusp of a fainting spell, but she manages to keep upright, her small hands clutching the transparent device close to her chest.

maybe all this noise she's making now is okay in this room. maybe it won't be for long. ]

HOUSE EIGHT » CLOSED TO HOUSEMATES
[ she is one of the last to arrive. her steps naturally shorter, but now also dragging in her dread,
so by the time she arrives to her assigned housing, she is left with one of the last few rooms to choose from.
stuck between the deck and the dining room, lilina immediately makes a beeline for the room indoors, knowing she'd have an easier time trying to sleep on hard floors than having to content with being exposed to the world outside.
still, it is with a pinched expression as she wanders through the small space, trying to map out where and how she could possibly make it somewhat cozy...

she doesn't expect to come across anyone else, despite knowing she has housemates, so when she turns she very nearly bumps into you — or maybe she sees you first, and just barely manages to swallow down a sharp yelp. (sadly, she drops her device in the process, and the dull thud it makes as it hits the carpeted floor makes her wince.) ]

HEAVY LIFTING » OTA
[ first thing's first: she needs a bed. lilina may have contented to hole herself up in the house's dining room (some extra partitions for privacy are certainly next on the list) but she absolutely refuses to have to settle for an aching back on top of all the other injustices placed upon them since their arrival. she's already managed to track down the furniture store that sells some extra cots, and even got herself a nice wagon (wheels extra oiled!) to help her push it back down to her building...

the only problem? she's like 4'9" and 85 lbs. hence why she will suddenly perk up at the sight of you, waving her hand in the air eagerly to try and get your attention. ]

PARTY TIME » OTA (warning: possible minor drinking)
[ lilina's experience with parties extend only to the small gatherings her parents have had, and even then she'd spent it mostly in silence, tucked into one of the corners as she pretended to be pretty invested in whatever was on her plate. in this case, it's one of those... pickle monstrosities, the smell so pungent she cannot help how her nose wrinkles when she attempts to lift it up to her lips. blech. no, no thank you,
she will just live off of bread and bread alone if she has to!

...except her stomach suddenly grumbles, and some natives instantly shoot her looks or warning. face flushing,
lilina hastily downs another glass of water, hoping that might somehow appease her stomach.

—except oops she'd accidentally grabbed your cup, and it may or may not be that hooch??? ]

[ now that they're allowed to make sound, perhaps no one will notice her slink away. she's normally fairly light-footed anyway, and is so petite she isn't often on anyone's line of sight to begin with. now that everyone's speaking, no one might even hear her short, shuddering gasps, or her hasty sniffles. she's found some corner of the main hall, knees drawn up and face buried in her hands. it's the first time she's let herself cry since arrival, and she seems to be making sure she's making up for it.

should she notice anyone try to approach her, she will start, and hastily try to wipe her face up, glancing away. her voice, when she speaks, is thick with tears and disuse, but still sharp and curt. ]

W-What do you want?