Once the phone was resting back in its cradle, Jerrica proceeded to analyze her surroundings. The room she found herself in was spacious enough and was already nicer than anything she had ever stayed in before. Which wasn't saying much, considering she thought staying at a cheap motel was high class compared to her home. When she was little she didn't mind the double-wide trailer or the small bedroom she had to share with Janine, but as she grew older she realized what a dump her home really was. The room she was in now was mostly comprised of dark browns and rusty colors. So maybe the experiment would be alright; she had started having her doubts the second that the blindfold was wrapped around her head. She had not been alright with that -- not even a little bit. She turned up the blankets in her bed, making a mess of the neat folding that had been done for her. She wasn't sure what she was looking for exactly, but she wanted to be sure the bed was clear.
Next came the drawers. Opening her nightstand she found all of her books. Tearing them out of the wood, she proceeded opening each book and shaking them for any loose pages or papers to fall out. Nothing. Her clothes were all folded neatly in a dresser. She unfolded each and everything, tossing it onto her bed as she examined the furniture. She only stopped when she realized it was fruitless. She didn't trust the scientists behind the experiment, not really, but she could see that if they were going to do anything to her, they would not make it so obvious. Not yet at any rate. Without bothering to straighten up the mess she had made, she grabbed the nearest clothes to her and walked into her adjoining bathroom. It mirrored the same color scheme as her bedroom and unlike her motel room, did not have soap scum and dirt caked between the cracks of the tiles. Even if the scientists were against them, at least they were setting her up in a nice place to stay.
Jerrica changed into her clean clothes, pulling on tights before her jeans. She was always freezing, and ripped jeans never did any good in keeping someone warm. After slipping into her boots, she ran a hand through her hair and examined her reflection. She could definitely do with more sleep, that was for sure. The fluorescent lighting did not do much in the way of helping her look good. She paused long enough to apply a little bit of eyeliner to the bottom of her eyes, more for her own good than anyone else's. How conveniently nice of her hosts to put her makeup bag on the bathroom sink for her.
Once she was as ready as she would ever be, Jerrica stepped outside of her bedroom and glanced around the hallway. She didn't see anyone else out and about, so she slowly started walking to her left. The first thing she came upon was the smell of clean laundry. That must have been the room next to her, judging by how strong the scent of fabric softener was. For the most part, the hall was lacking in the way of interesting things to see. Did she dare poke her head into the closed doors around her? That would be hard to explain if someone was sitting there. And if people were like her, they would have locked their door before leaving. Suddenly, she heard voices coming from the end of the hall.
The wall was angled such that Jerri could stand against it without being seen by the people inside the large room. It sounded like two women and a man -- one woman and the man were from 'across the pond,' it seemed. Finally, she stepped around the corner. She didn't let her gaze rest on any of her new companions for too long before she offered a sheepish smile and a small wave. Meek little country girl was a role too easy to play. It was too much like the way she used to be. "Mornin'" She offered to the three of them, tucking her hands into her long sleeves.