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" Really? You think so? " Arabella arched an eyebrow toward the blonde haired girl -- Zoë, as she'd just introduced herself. " I hate it. " her gaze fell to her lap, where she twiddled the dog tag between her fingers. Now her statement wasn't completely true. But sometimes she wished her parent's had picked something a bit more. . .I don't know. Common? Then again, if you wanted to get anywhere as an actress [which was her dream, by the way. To make it onto the big screen], you had to be anything but common. So maybe that name of hers would be the thing to get her noticed someday. ' Wouldn't that be something ' she thought with a smirk, but found her attention drifting back to the other people in the car as Zoë pointed a finger a brunette, the third to enter the vehicle, and eventually got around to the last -- a rather tall male, also brown-haired. Asking for names. She couldn't help but smile at the girl's eccentric-ness. It made things a hell of a lot less awkward when someone took charge in a group full of strangers. "Did anyone catch how many names were on the list?" she jumped on the opportunity to ask when there was a break in the introductions. "It'd be nice to know just how many more we're waiting on." she said in more of a murmur, not particularly liking the idea of being stuck in such a small space for an extended period of time.