Sharon and Zoya
"They seem to like throwing us curveballs," Sharon agreed. She didn't know who or what these captors were--these Powers That Be who were holding them here on this island with monsters and ghosts and whatever. And Feasts.
Sharon scooped just a little more sugar into her coffee. She liked it sweet and milky, though with a lot of caffeine. And in great quantities. "Welcome to the crazy," she responded, lifting the mug in a toast. "There's coffee sometimes. These Feasts bring it to us, but the rest of the time?" They had fifty year old instant coffee that probably wasn't safe to drink.
"Sharon." She responded with a smile. "Sharon Carter."