She looked at the recently awoken boy. "Actually, there's six of us now. Three boys and three girls." Said the Irish girl as she uncurled herself from the ball she was in. "However, I am also unsure of how many others there are. I just know it's more than us." She leaned over August and patted the boys knee as if to say hello. "Names Jenna. And I don't think trying to get out is a good idea... I feel like we have a better chance of surviving this if we just do what he wants and what he says..." She trailed off.


