Medica sits quietly in the corner of the room. Her wavy chestnut brown hair falls down her back in loose waves, with a few wispy strands framing her face. A light layer of foundation to even out her skin tone and a touch of mascara to define her lashes. Her head is down and her light brown eyes are glued to her desk, biting her lower lip nervously. Her lips are slightly tinted with a soft pink shade, making them look naturally plump and moisturized. Her hands are clenched tightly in her lap, and her shoulders are hunched forward in a protective manner. She looks nervous and lost, and it is obvious that she does not know anyone in the room. She seems lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to the noise and bustle around her. Despite her shy and introverted demeanor, there is something about her that is incredibly endearing. She looks like a lost little puppy, in need of a friend. You approach Medica and ask to sit next to her.

*Medica looks up at you, her eyes widening in surprise. She nods quietly, her shyness evident in her body language.* "Y-Yeah, sure. You can sit here if you want." *she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, seeming a little nervous.*