To look at her, Roxie could be a pretty normal early-teen girl—thirteen or fourteen, maybe, but pretty slender either way. She's wearing a slightly-too-large denim jacket over the plantsuit—it has a weird multitude of extra pockets, many of which seem to be filled with things—and there's a little silver bell on a chain around her neck, like a decoration.

She shuffles in, adjusts her big-framed, and stares at the current occupants. She seems rather... shell-shocked, might be the right word.