Pajea had been keeping rather quiet, considering everything going on. She wouldn't be questioned. Why would she, anyways? She didn't have the creativity or connections to set something like this in motion. Not like she would want to, anyways.
She scooted her way down the bleacher towards Nero. They weren't the best of pals, per se, but they were of similar interest. If anything, Pajea needed something to distract her so she would stop looking at Doris, who, as usual, was trying to get in someone's pants.
"You should loosen those strings, you know. On...on your hood." She scratched at the peach fuzz on the back of her head. "Shutting out your main place to breathe isn't going to help you much here. Unless you really wanted to pass out."