[center][h1][u][color=ed145b]Irina Ivanov[/color][/u][/h1]
Cafeteria: @anyone really[/center]

The fact that Irina had the same train of thought as the so called scientists of their newly found prison made the young woman want to gag. Or maybe she didn't have the same train of thought but had reminded them that they were also human and needed food to survive? Regardless of whichever it was, Irina found herself standing in the large dining area, listening to the announcements as they went on. She had already began braiding her hair, having not seen any people that served lunch, and had planned to walk on over to make herself something to eat. Nothing fancy, but something with good sustenance so that she would not find herself arguing with a growling stomach. 

By the time the announcements were over, Irina was already in the cooking area. Her emerald eyes scanned the area as she slowly walked through it, picking a few things here and there. She felt like eating breakfast, which might have been strange for the others but for Irina it was quite normal. She could have breakfast at any time of the day and not be upset. 

[color=ed145b]"Eggs, cheese.. I'll go with pepper jack. Sausage links? Okay."[/color]

Irina was actually having a pleasant time talking to herself as she selected the following ingredients. She smiled to herself as she enjoyed the quite not only in her head but in the room. Not a single sound. That was until two different tones of voices echoed down the hall. Irina's head shot up as she listened in closely. Nothing but her own inner monologue filled her head. [i]'Thank god.'[/i]

It sounded like the French girl and Arthur from back at the pool. More noises resonated through the hall. Male voices. From where Irina was at, she couldn't distinguish them, so she decided to ignore them and continue making her concoction.