The young woman with the hair over her face spends a suspicious amount of time fiddling with something, briefly sitting back down. It doesn't seem like she's trying to fiddle with a cellphone or anything of the sort. With some of the overheard talk about weapons being loaded, people seemingly falling over themselves, and even the polite introductions, there is an air of being... disconnected. As though being in a room full of extraordinary people, in a seemingly extraordinary circumstance, did not hold their immediate attention and curiosity.
She glances around again every so often, as though gauging if any eyes might have been on them. The one in the red hood is dwelt upon for a few seconds longer than most... maybe? She looks down to her lap a few moments later, the significance of looking their way - if any - is never elucidated upon. She takes a deep breath, standing tall once more. Her right arm lifting up... a doll?
"Wow, what a school trip!" Said a most nasal, obnoxious, insufferable young girl's voice. It is as though absolutely every breath, every intonation were carefully, scientifically, masterfully designed to be as annoying and shrill as possible. Maybe, in a roundabout fashion, this is someone's way of getting everyone to wake up. "Students have fallen over one another already! That's why it's a... school... trip... tee hee!"
Any eyes and ears (hearts optional) that are won over in this direction reveals what appears to be a small ventriloquist doll of a young girl all dressed up like just about any pop idol you'd see mincing about on television... like, a decade or two ago, dressed in the color of blood. One hand against the side of her head, she tilts to the side and winks in a fashion that is - despite the obviously fake nature of the doll - rather lifelike, if humans were wooden creatures like... this one.
"I'm Chartreuse!" This, despite none of her clothing actually matching the shade of yellowish-green that she takes her namesake from. Is someone color blind, or just picked a cool-sounding word from an English dictionary somewhere? "I'm also totally talentless and suck at making my own jokes! I totally don't deserve to be in your company but heeeere I aaaaaaam! Manufactured to your tastes, but rejected by your stomach! That's meeeee! The ultimate horrible first impression!!"
If everyone here were a Super High School Level student, the very best of their given field without equal... what does it say for this one? Super High School Level Annoying Character Voice? The girl with the face hidden by hair adopts an entirely neutral, flat expression free of smile, frown, or anything in-between as the doll waves their puppet arms and blows kisses to those who pay it attention. Their holder does not seem to make much an attempt to identify themselves, in the wake of people making frank discussions about their personalities, hopes, and failings.
Which, in itself, might say volumes if it persists in this fashion.