Lark didn't consider herself to be the greatest people-person of all time. She could be sociable, she was friendly, and she liked people - but at times, she could still be a little socially awkward. And even she could see the way he tensed up when she spoke. Oops. She couldn't help but feel bad, and for a minute she wished she could retreat and let them both pretend like it never happened. "Sorry!" she said. "I didn't mean to scare you. Or, you know, make you lose your game." At least they were free here. That was something.
Ohh, a fourth-floor person. That had been kind of a mean thing for the scientists to do, but Lark still couldn't help but feel like they'd got the better end of the deal. She was not about to voice this opinion too much, however -- she didn't want to offend anyone. "I'm Lark. I live on the third floor." She had to grin at the ridiculousness of this kind of greeting. In the real world it might have been I'm Lark from Tennessee, but now people were identifying themselves by what floor they lived on. Silly.