Tree near registration: Babs & Gwen
Gwen wasn't entirely certain about attending the festivities in town, and she knew it wouldn't be super safe for her to go somewhere so populated. If the League was looking for her (and she was pretty sure they were) it was kind of the most logical place for them to just sit and wait for her to show up. It was super stupid, and it was the kind of thing she would criticize Melody for considering. But for all her logic, Gwen did want to experience life, and life included social events. No one knew how long she was going to live, and it seemed really dumb to miss out on something unique and amazing (maybe she was overestimating this egg thing) in order to prolong an already uncertain-length lifespan. She totally knew that logic was way faulty, but it made sense from her cabin in the woods. She hadn't escaped just to live alone and talk to no one, right?
She arrived at the registration area warily and early. She thought there was a good chance she could determine if there was risk or danger by arriving before the townpeople, but that turned out to be totally false. She couldn't tell if anything was dangerous. In fact, she was just super overwhelmed by the sheer number of people present.
She had her own flashlight, which Sheriff Martin had provided, and she clutched it in both hands and leaned against the trunk of a tree near to the registration table. Her clothes totally didn't fit right (her jeans were way too big and rolled at the cuffs), and she had the hood of her super bright sweater pulled over her head. The hoodie was zipped up over a white t-shirt, and the small girl had her nametag (Gwen!) affixed to the bright yellow. She didn't know who Barbara was, and she was wondering if she'd made a huge error by not attempting to contact the other girl prior to the event beginning. But it was too late for that particular realization now, so she just tried to think of Barbaras that the donor had known, because it seemed to be a good way to pass the time, and not because she expected any correlation between that Barbara and this Barbara.
Her nervousness was evident, and the tree bark was kind of snagging the yellow fabric of the hoodie. She determined that her nervousness would recede once she was out of the main registration area, because it was just so super crowded. Once they started looking for painted chicken fetuses, then the number of people in close proximity would lessen. That made her feel better, and she just looked at the gathered crowd like a wallflower at a dance.