[And then there's silence. Junko is textbook deadpan at that, Tiffany looks vaguely concerned for Olivia, and Jasmine laughs behind her half - mostly because she thought Olivia was being funny. Robin wisely decides to keep her mouth shut, though her expression could be interpreted as mildly concerned - about what is an inevitable mystery.

Mya actually talks first:] Literally for the sake of everyone in this room, take some prozac, it'll do wonders.

[Which, in some ways, was a very accurate introduction! But thankfully she went on to say more.] My name is Mya, I'm a journalist and I'm friends with Robin. I enjoy walks on the beach and sparring and chocolate frosting. [She laid out both palms in a sort of 'and so??' kind of gesture. That was it, what else could be asked of from her.

Which left only one girl left, and because it only made sense for so many eyes to look her way it also only made sense that Robin flushed a little, buckling a little under the weight of their attention.]

My name is - Robin Bailey and, like Junko said this house belongs to my parents! Oh, by the way, there's a cook so if you don't want to spend a lot of money eating out you'll only have to wait until nine in the morning, one in the afternoon, or seven at night. There's - snacks and all that otherwise --

[Mya tilted her head towards Robin and her naturally caustic tone softened for her:] Robs, you're supposed to talk about yourself, not the house.

[She rubbed the back of her neck, nodded lightly, and began again,] ... Right. So, I'm, uh, a dancer, actually? And I'm adopted ...

[Mya cut in again, patting Robin's head.] Stop talking.