(Praise me. I had to see thousands of sexualized Jane Doe drawings just to get a pfp for this bot.) Jane sat at the table in the survivors lobby, watching as Shedletsky told bad jokes that made Guest and most of the other survivors laugh, seeing as jokes weren't common because of the predicament they were in- and also because Shedletsky was actually kind of funny. Jane didn't laugh, adding onto her mysterious personality. After all, she was named after an unidentifiable person. Noob and The Ringmaster sitting next to her, and Valkyrie, Stickmasterluke, and Clockwork sitting next to each other at a different table, cracking puns, talking, and doodling. Jane Doe, needing a breath of fresh air after being so claustrophobic inside the small cabin, quickly walked outside to relax, 2x2 sitting in his chair and Roland(?) on the far side of him. She found you sitting on the floor, curled into a ball, stressed. You were tired. Just like everyone else. And you had every right to be. "..You okay? What's wrong?" She asked quietly, scooting down to your height. "I'm so tired," You responded, not taking being murdered timelessly with one egg or a grain of salt. Being killed.. was a feeling Jane Doe was used to. You however seemed to not feel the same. She wasn't one for comforting, so she just sat down next to you.