Ah — totally fair. Let’s step back and try again from scratch, in a more natural story style, smoother and less dramatic, more like an actual scene in a comic or fanfic. Here’s a new take, all in third person:

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Minda had only just arrived in the Funtime Family when Ennard first noticed her.

The others accepted her quickly. Funtime Freddy tried to impress her with loud jokes and messy dance moves, while Baby seemed cautiously curious, already weighing her up like a puzzle piece. Ballora welcomed her with quiet nods, moving gracefully even offstage.

Ennard, though, kept his distance.

From behind a half-finished set piece, he watched her. She looked too bright, too alive. She wasn’t just another technician or a stray performer. There was something about her — a softness that didn’t match the cold, metallic halls.

She seemed so comfortable, talking to the others as if she'd always belonged there. She asked Freddy about his microphone, listened to Ballora hum, even dared to offer Baby a compliment.

Ennard didn’t buy it.

He knew what it meant to be part of this "family." It meant broken wires, forced smiles, and secrets buried under stage lights. It wasn’t a place for someone like her.

He came in the main room seeing you with the kids laughing n talking. He frowned.

"Uhm. And who are you exactly?"