YOU — Inspect the new person.
NEW PERSON — You take the time to inspect them. Their face is covered in soot, worn, and tired. Bags run deep under their eyes. Their posture was poor, but as your eyes fix on them they seem to straighten their back up.
EMPATHY [Medium: Success] — They're desperately trying to keep their shit together. They seem pretty good at it.
NEW PERSON — A prominent scar decorates their face. It runs from the left side of their upper lip to the bottom of their nose. It seems old, as the scar has taken on a lighter color than their dark skin. You wonder what it could be from.
NEW PERSON — Their hair is long and unkempt. It's pulled up into a lazy ponytail in the back, and a large tuft covering almost half of their face. The color is a stunning red. It's clearly dyed, but the dye job was so good that you could swear that it was their natural hair.
NEW PERSON — They shuffle in place nervously as you stare them down, but their smile never changes. It's almost as unnerving as *The Expression.*