"Oh, my name's Jerrica. Most people call me Jerri, though." She answered with a shy smile. He seemed gruff, but really, Jerrica didn't mind. He could be as rude as he wanted to be with her and she wouldn't care. He looked like he had seen his fair share of trouble; which was a bit too much like the people she was used to associating with. If he was anything like the friends she had made in the past, then he wouldn't get in anyone's way unless they got into his. It was a good philosophy to have, to be sure. Her attention was diverted, briefly, to the new man who entered. Now he was French -- or he could have been faking the accent. Jerrica had never been to France, nor had she spoken to anyone from the country, so her only experience with the accent was how it sounded in some films. She had learned what a couple of words looked like, thanks to some books she had read in the library once, but pronunciation was far beyond her.
As Audrey introduced the rest of the companions, Jerrica's eyes lingered on each person respectively. They were all sizing each other up, wondering why they were here, what they were good at, and if they could be trusted. For Jerrica, the last question was easily answered: she couldn't really trust any of these people, and if they were smart, they wouldn't trust her. Hell, if she were one of them, she wouldn't trust herself. She followed the woman called Daphne into the room that smelled of fresh laundry. It certainly smelled better than the hotel she had been staying in. When the dumbwaiter was revealed, Jerrica couldn't help but rub her lips together at the sight (and smell) of the food. Certain meals had to slide by sometimes and bacon and eggs tended to be a little pricier in the grocery stores.
"I can help," Jerrica offered as Audrey lifted one of the trays. She may not have been as strong as every one else here, but she knew that she could carry something. She took up the bowl of fruit and chose to follow the others back to the common area. Meek and shy didn't exactly step up to lead the crowd, but her gesture could support that idea of Southern hospitality. If any of them were to believe that. As it seemed, she was the only one from the States in this part of the experiment. Idly, she wondered how many downstairs were also from her country, or even her timezone.