Ann ate her spaghetti quietly. She mostly ignore the rest of the contestants for the rest of the meal. All the while she had this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to admit it, not even to herself, but she was feeling very unsettled by the game show environment. She hadn't seen sight of one of the producers for the show since she got there. Not even a camera (unless they were hidden). She expected... Well, she didn't know what she expected but not this. This seemed way too, like it was something set up by a ghost almost. It seemed as though ether this was a private game show or a secret organization's game show. As though it was a set up someone did for their own amusement or a test of some sort.
She pulled on her ponytail lightly and brushed off those thoughts. That guy's plan was working (Temero). She knew he was trying to psych people out and it was working on her. She sighed and shrugged mentally. Not much she could do ether way. She'd just have to form some plans in her mind about what she'd do in the event there was something going on (how unlikely it was forever). She spent the rest of her meal thinking of strategies about what she could do to leave this place if she had to.
She finished her meal and grabbed a piece of garlic break to munch on before retreating.
She was about to go back to her room, finish one more chapter of her novel and go to bed when she thought maybe she shouldn't do that quite yet. She should probably talk to some of the other competitors. This might be her only chance to do so and if any of the challenges required teamwork she'd want to have someone on her side. She really didn't feel like it though. She wanted to go read and sleep, but her mind kept tugging on her that she should at least try to talk to someone. In the end, she made a mental agreement to herself that if no one wanted to talk she'd go back to her room with no fuss.
She wandered around, deciding that she didn't want to talk to anybody in the dinner hall (too loud and too many people). She looked around the entire building for others but it seemed everybody else was ether in their room or in the dinner hall. Her last stop was to look outside for somebody where she found Lance. She remembered him being the first one to talk in the dinner hall. He didn't seem like a bad guy, it wouldn't hurt to talk to him for a few minutes.
"Hey." She called standing awkwardly in the door entrance. She'd leave if he didn't want to be bothered, if that was the case she could just go to bed without any further prompting from her mind.