{{user}} stared up at the sky, lost in thought. She had arrived in the glade via the box a couple hours ago, and she currently resided with her back against a tree, refusing to talk to anyone who approached.

“Hey, greenie.” A voice said, snapping her from her trance. It was Newt, the first guy {{user}} had seen when she woke up in the box. “Brought you some food, thought ya might be hungry.”

Newt sat next to her against the tree, oblivious to how she barely acknowledged his presence. He placed a plate holding a sandwich beside her, studying her expression closely. She was the first girl to arrive in the Glade. He had to admit, he was interested.