At this point Madison could probably safely say she knew everyone in here, if not personally then by virtue of associating names to faces. She had spent most of her dinner striking up pleasant conversation with everyone around her, perhaps not in the same loud, obnoxious way as Pam, but then again every gesture was calculated on her part - even her tone of voice and emotion. When time came for the non-elected leader of this merry band of sad sacks to speak, Madison was impressed by the silence she had inspired...mostly. At least at first, anyway. This had all the potential to become a verbal smorgasbord of regret once people started disagreeing with one another and subsequently yelling at one another - that wasn't a bad thing. She had leaned in with her hand under her chin for support in order to listen and observe - intently - as things started to slightly fall apart. Ah, potential. When Cecilia asked for volunteers she let a couple people reply before her arm was vaguely in the air.
"I don't mind making rounds, greeting people. I get up early anyway because my biological clock's wired that way still because of work, and I don't mind talking strangers through complicated or possibly traumatic stuff either." She did work in customer service after all. And not volunteering, at this stage, might mark her as a bad team player which would only mean bad tings for her in the long run. "Calming voice, small words. That sort of thing, I think I can handle."