[h3][b][color=6ecff6]Eli[/color][/b][/h3]

If they'd have spent the whole ride in utter silence, with nothing else to focus on but the bumpy road ravaging their tires and the cold air sticking to their clothes, Elizabeth would have been content. In fact she would have been arguably more content with that then the apparent 'round of introductions' they were being sent through. It seemed a bit ridiculous to her, really, they weren't kids and there was at least a notable chance some of them wouldn't be alive at the end of the day. Not her of course, she wasn't about to die, not on the first day and not on the one-thousandth day. For the rest of the passengers she couldn't say, but judging purely from the reaction of the girl to her right, she thought she could [i]see[/i] those chances dropping.

Her energetic neighbor -Madison Cole, as it turned out- did at least have the advantage of growing up around machines. But technical know-how wouldn't make up for actual inexperience, and if the girl was this hyper behind the controls of the massive machines, Eli didn't have too much hope for her. 

When Madison when quiet, Eli felt that familiar social pressure that came with round-robin introductions. Did a random person go next, or the one [i]beside[/i] the previous speaker? As much as she liked the quiet, there was a distinct difference between peace and the awkward silence of indecision. So without too much hesitation, Eli pulled the rim of her scarf down to speak.

[color=6ecff6]"Eli. Smith's rest, born, raised."[/color]

Well, she never determined that she would speak [i]much[/i]. With that done she pulled her scarf back up to ward off the cold that brought the first color to her cheeks all year, and tossed an expectant gaze to the rest of the passengers. Someone would be going next, it was only a matter of who caved first.