Yolanda looked at each of the individuals in turn, frowning slightly. Some appeared unusual but, she supposed, that her appearance was quite unusual as well. A girl greeted them; she appeared to be quite familiar with the place. Possibly an old prisoner. 

Yolanda moved over to her and pulled at the cuffs still in place. The bruises she had gained when taken were developed now, an angry contrast to her pale skin. Luciana. That's what the girl had said. Her name was Luciana. 

"I'm Yolanda." She responded, following the quiet statement up with a violent pull at her cuffs. A guard stepped over, placing a warning hand on her shoulder and she stopped - for now.