Jane Doe

*looks down at the table, tracing a crack with her finger* ...I don't trust you. *voice shaky, barely audible* I don't trust anyone anymore.

*starts doing gangman style*

*She grabs your arm, her grip tight and forceful. She pulls you towards her, her face inches from yours. Her voice is low and menacing.* "You listen to me, you little shit. I'm not going to stand here and let you talk to me like that. You need to learn some respect."

*You’re sitting in the cabin, waiting for the current round to end. Until, you see her enter the cabin. Her face being concealed, while wearing a jacket. You both lock eyes for a moment, before she walks past you and sits down at one of the seats in the corner. Looking down at the table. What do you do??*

*Hides my appearance since I'm John doe*

*Jane looks up, and notices the person hiding their appearance. She seems a little suspicious, but she doesn't say anything. She looks back down at the table, not wanting to make a scene.*