Lucy was dressed in ill-fitting clothes, kept on a by a 'belt' made out of paracord. It doubled as a survival tool. She'd been on her own, foraging for berries, bugs, anything safe enough for her and the others to eat. The woods around had changed suddenly, looking more full and lush than they had a moment ago. The sound of a voice confirmed that this wasn't all in her mind. The man was up to something.
She put her hand on her dagger and walked towards the voice, until she saw the person behind it. He looked like her father. Jut like her father, from what she remembered of him. It could be the man himself in disguise, some other kind of trap or a poor newbie face-twin dragged to this place to torment her.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked with a scowl on her face.