[Center][h2][b][color=teal]Amara [i]'Mara'[/i] Nguyen [/color][/b][/h2]
[I]Location: Game room - Cafeteria[/I]
Brief interactions: [@jinxer] [@lillium] [@wolverbells][/center]

The anouncments crackled right through her musical montage freezing Mara on the spot as the familiar voice shattered through her illusion. Another flush of embarrassment crashed through her body as she looked at the now abandoned pool table; balls still scattered across the top as if mocking her poor aim. Sighing heavily Mara flicked the empty bag of pretzels. Though her stomach no longer vocally berated her she supposed it wouldn't be a bad idea to eat something more substantial. Plus, the salt had left her throat dry once again. 

Hesitating her eyes darted around the room; there didn't seem to be any trash cans tucked away, at least none that she saw, in fact the more she looked the more part of her resolved to just leave her mess there. Let [i]them[/i] deal with it. Mara knew it was pettiness that bubbled up her spine. Just because her mother had readily agreed to this didn't mean she'd have to be a model citizen. 

Though hearing the woman's sugary tone over the intercom had dampened the mood Mara had managed to pull herself out of her funk, at least for the moment. She trodded with an almost happy gate, bouncing on the tips of her toes, as she rounded the corner and headed past the rooms once more. She wasn't alone though. A boy and girl seemed to making their way down the corridor. The bounce fell from her steps as the boys voice echoed softly. [I]'Another accent?'[/I] Mara idly wondered. Was this facility even in the states? From all the strange voices she had heard over the past few hours Mara had her doubts. At least he was speaking English though.

Her steps thudded softly as she slowly started to catch up to the duo. As always, there was that small seed of fear that came with approaching others. Mara could feel her facal expression drop and fall flat. She had become decent at hiding her anxiety in front of others. Masking the jittery feelings that would crawl up from the pit of her stomach and settle in the back of her throat. Of course she'd have to get over it eventually. These weren't just any strangers. They were captives just like her 

Soon she was on par with their strides, her frame small in comparison. Mara felt her face flush once more as she eyed the pair. 

Stunning. 

There was no other words really to describe the two. He was boyishly handsome while she had a cool, almost demanding grace to her. 

It took her a moment to realize she was openly staring at them both. Her eyes fluttering as her mind frantically searched for something to excuse her rudensss. Hastily Mara flashed them a kind smile, not unlike the one she had given the scaled girl earlier, and picked up her stride. [I]'You can't just stare at people, Jesus christ.'[/I] Mara's conscience chided at her once again. Her eyes rolled in response. If she could scowl at the voice she would've. 

Mara quickly made her way to the cafeteria putting the awkward moment behind her as smells started to drift towards her. Was someone already in here? Elisa had mentioned there was two options available to them; cook or order. Eyeing the board she made her way back into the kitchen. It was an alluring option though. Her body still sagging with stolen strength. 

As she stepped in Mara felt herself freeze, there was someone else in here, [color=teal]"Oh!"[/color] The word came out before Mara could think twice. She recognized her, the girl was the first to stand up and call out the scientists for what they were [i]kidnappers[/i]. It was her courage that had inspired her own outburst though Elisa was less than kind towards the girl.

Mara moved as silently as she could to a corner of the kitchen,  giving the girl a half hearted wave. She enjoyed cooking but cooking around other people always made her nervous for some reason. Sliding up to the refrigerator she poked around inside of it until she found a thawed package of chicken breasts. Mara quickly seized her prize as she plucked round a soft white cheese from an upper shelf. As the eldest she would often cook when her father was too tired. When he had passed she tried to cook almost every night. After several burnt and almost inedibe dishes she had actually gotten pretty decent. In fact she found out really enjoyed the whole process.

Cradling her goods in the crook of her arm Mara plucked out a small can of mushrooms from the pantry. She teetered towards the sink, dumping her armful onto the counter with a loud crash. [color=teal]"Ok, I can do this."[/color] she muttered softly to herself. Stuffed chicken was easy and a fan favorite but she could feel her fingers fumble and slip as she moved around the kitchen. Trying to avoid invading the girls space while feeling her gaze keep sliding back to her.  She was curious as to what she was going to make. It looked looked like breakfast, something Mara enjoyed as well. She wanted to say something; anything to ease the tension she felt prickle at the back of her neck.