There’s eight of them. You feel like they could make a cool band if they felt like it. They’re all busy having fun, but the blue-haired one notices you.
She gets up off the table and approaches you. She starts up some casual, small-talk conversation, as if the underground dungeon was never a thing.
After some time, she asks if you want to SIT WITH THE GIRLS AND CHILL.
Of course, she’ll understand if you’d rather CONTINUE EXPLORING.