"Alright. Um, they're pretty swamped right now--apparently this is way more people than they were expecting--but I'm pretty sure that we can find somebody who's free if we look." Connie begins moving through the crowd, desperately searching for a subject of casual conversation. "I, uh... that's a. Pretty nice dye job you have there," she says, then winces, already regretting the words that had escaped her mouth.