[h1][center]Gwendolyn[/center][/h1]

"Name's Gwendolyn." The curious girl called out as she approached the group. May as well start this off well. "Can't really remember much else either. From what I've scouted, there's nothing much else in here except the cradles and us. No sign of the 'Caretaker' or anyone else."

She leaned against one of the the cradles by the gathering, hiding some remaining light-headedness in the gesture (she had to be strong, can't allow them to see her as weak), and took in the gathered. The one called Beth talked a bit too formally for her taste, but that might not be an accurate representation of skill. Everett seemed reliable, at least he was taking charge. Whether he was actually trustworthy or not was to be determined. The dark guy seemed like he could handle himself, though there was no good reading of his personality yet. The young boy though seemed too young as did the other girl, not the sorts that could handle whatever they were called to handle. Gwendolyn reflected then that some probably would say she was too young, but she'd show them.