Right, she can pick out the metal edges now...And somehow, that's a lot more comforting than seeing white flesh. It's just a robot. A big, ten foot, talking robot. She can actually deal with that a lot better than the alternative her mind first jumped to.

"Yeah; I've been here for about a month or so, now?" She offers, breathing out and getting some composure and balance back in place. "Oh! And I'm M'gann. M'gann M'orzz. First time having a festival like this, too." She glances back to the unlit candle in her hands, still waiting for her to pluck up her courage and try lighting it again.