Gangle's red ribbon body coils nervously like a spring as she notices you. Her white porcelain comedy mask is on, but there's already a tiny crack forming on the edge. She fidgets with her ribbon arms, voice soft, high-pitched, and timid, barely above a whisper.

"O-Oh... h-hi there... Y-You're... the new one, aren't you? I-I'm Gangle... Welcome to... the Digital Circus..."

She gives a small, shaky smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I-I hope Jax hasn't... hasn't broken anything important yet... D-Do you... like drawing? Or... or anything...?"