The first couple of minutes were spent reassuring the lady that she was in good hands. At first, she strongly wrapped her entire body with the blanket for fear that they were after that or worse, but after realizing that no one was making a move aside from randomly checking the needle on her forearm, she relaxed a little.
Then the introductions came, and the lady spoke last after everyone had revealed their identity. Until now, she still wasn't certain whether she could wholly put her faith in the group. For all she knows, they might very well be after her blood as well.
Notwithstanding those thoughts, she gave her name— something that she never did back when she was entrapped in that damp, four-walled enclosure.
"Oikawa Reshiru." She softly let out, revealing the softness of her voice. It was high-pitched and a little bit airy— a girly kind of airy which triggered Tris's insecurity since she had some sort of a rough voice (or so that's what she thought).
