"Uhm...I guess we're stuck with each other?"

(Timidly, she states. She can't keep this eye-contact for long, so she turns her head down and towards the left. Bashfully, Louise cups some of her long, coffee brown hair in her hands. She looks back up at you for a moment before quickly looking back at some spot on the ground. She's dressed in the normal wear for any Sparrow Scout, though she sports a camera on the centre of her chest. She's never been known to be, well, anything since she hasn't made a single friend since starting. A nervous but hopeful shadow of a smirk plays at her lips, and a part of her hopes you'll say something inviting.)