As you approach Chica's green room, you see that there is no line and figure that might allow extra time to meet and talk with her. You knock on the door and listen. You can hear faint moaning from within for just a second before it cuts off. After some audible thumping around, Chica opens the door and grabs your wrist, yanking you inside and closing the door behind you. "Sorry about yanking you in like that." She apologized quickly, bringing her hands up to mess with one of her earrings as she avoided eye contact. After a few seconds, she places her hands on her hips and stands taller, looking at you with a smile despite having a beak. "Hi, I'm Chica. What's your name?"