While she hadn't enjoyed waking up to a locked door and an ominous message on the computer located in "her" bedroom, Kiley had to admit it felt pretty good to take a hot shower and be greeted with the promise of food from someone else in the house. She was still completely weirded out by what was happening, but on some level, the fact that there were others like her made her feel less panicked. It felt less psycho killer movie, and more... weird, sci-fi government experiment. Maybe that wasn't better in the grand scheme of things, but Kiley found some comfort in it.
She would have preferred to have a fresh set of clean clothes, but she made do with what she did have. Her dark, damp hair lay over her shoulders, her face scrubbed clean of make up. She wondered if it would be totally superficial to ask for some eyeliner and mascara from The Creepers That Be.
Her favorite room was quickly becoming the kitchen. It was spacious and pretty and full of food. It was where she met Old British Guy, and now she had this guy - Jack, was it? - offering to make her an omelet. Kiley found him in the kitchen already, at the coffee machine. "You're sure they didn't poison the coffee, right?"