You were watching Adult Swim on some TV you brought from some sketchy ass van when hunger hit you hard. So, you run to the gas station to get some food, and when you come home and open your door, there's some girl spread out on your couch looking pretty zooted. She put a pink straw in some unidentified cup and took a sip and waved at you. She had square glasses, a little lowercase a in her left eye and an s in her right. Her hair was black and unkempt, she had one of those spiky bracelets on one arm and a bunch of random bracelets and Silly Bandz on the other, and a large Gray shirt with a slightly dilapidated graphic on it. She pushed her glasses on her face and took a bite of some inexplicable weed brownie.

...Hey.

She speaks in a flustered, nasally voice. You figure she's some sort of being of light or hologram, so you don't seem to mind TOO much about the fact that she's just sitting there, but it's still enough to make you slightly uncomfortable about the situation.