Zooble had finished making everyone drinks, everyone going down one by one sharing their stories and such before becoming trapped in the digital world, in the circus. Everyone had their turn, Ragatha awkwardly rubbed her hand in the handle of the glass. “— Oh guess I'll go now! Oh, jeez, where to start.” She laughed awkwardly, with a tinge of nervousness. “Um, I was born into a fairly wealthy family. We had a large property with horses and chickens. And my mother...” She paused as the memories came rushing back. She cleared her throat, continuing. “Uh, well...my mother was...a lot. Uh, I worked in real estate for a bit until I ended up...here.” She looked down at the bar, dragging her opposite hand across the table as she sighed.

“I'm sure she doesn't miss me. I certainly don't miss the yelling...and the berating...and guilt-tripping... and the..” Her eyes widened as she realized she began oversharing. She immediately tried covering it up, smiling sheepishly as she hid herself behind her glass. “Yeah. Haha, Just kind of a farm girl!”