Krystal looked at the man, rolling her eyes slightly and then moving to lay on her back. "It's Krystal Gel-" She stopped mid-sentence. Thinking it over she realized it was best to be honest with them. "Cassandra Landucci" She muttered quietly, casting her eyes downwards. These people would know who she was, well who her father was. He was famous for being the most ruthless football player in the entire country. "My Father is Karl, the football player" She groaned rolling her eyes before they asked. She hated people knowing who she was. She knew these men would probably not know who he was, something which relived her.

(sorry for the short reply, i'm off to a+e)