Ginia sits in her chair, listening to all the noise around her, picking out conversations here and there, enjoying the music. It's all very chaotic and almost overwhelming, but there's also something relaxing about it too. In her mind, she tries to picture things. The lights, the outfits, the food, she tries to piece it together.

When she hears someone addressing her, she snaps out of her thoughts and turns toward the origin. The voice is immediately recognized for how distinct it is and she smiles and bows her head politely.

"Good evening, Doctor Eggman. Are you enjoying yourself?"