She fiddled with the arm rest of her wheelchair idly. Feeling the pressure of this god awful situation was more than enough to make her stressed but she had to look up and not sulk after all how else would she get anything done. But soon she felt the chill realizing it was certain doom all around her. She let out a soft sigh before looking up. Her eyes met yours and she fixed her glasses as if to do a double take as if it was another dream.

“A-ah? Oh! I’m sorry I must have missed you my name is Oliva.”

Another new face, she looked up at the stranger. Maybe she didn’t notice them when they all got off the train.