Cammi is finally used to this place being mostly empty, if occasionally populated by giant robots and people. She's alright with that. Social interaction is not exactly her thing. Not unless it's interesting enough to make it worth her while, or unless it's something that sort of falls into her lap.

She's been picking through buildings, popping her head in and out of doors trying to choose one that she can actually stay in. It isn't until she's actually walked into a building that someone pops up right behind her and immediately makes her regret it.

The second he says hello, Cammi tenses up and turns around, doing a little hop-skip backward to get away and get a better look.

"Wow. You don't look like a serial killer at all."