Lillah had quickly settled back into her silence, her light eyes gazing to each new speaker. If they kept it short, they held her attention. If they exceeded a sentence, she found her attention on the flames instead. Her dedication to learning everyone's name was about as ambitious as the work she did to put up the tent, but she knew she'd get it in time. 

 The boy next to her muttered something, but she didn't quite catch it and frowned at him for a moment--but he followed up with his introduction. Sparky was a fellow keep-it-short type of person, which Lillah appreciated. 

The next to speak up, Henry, was keeping his distance from the fire; she had done the same at first, so she offered the kid a small wave--her commitment, however, was lacking and she wouldn't be surprised if it went unnoticed. She vaguely knew him--she would visit the diner after a workout, more and more frequently as the year went on. Although it [i]had[/i] been better than dinner at home, she found herself regretting the time she spent at the diner instead of with her father. 

The Frenchie went next, butchering English. [i]Shit,[/i] Lillah thought, eyes widening ever so slightly, [i]that's adorable.[/i] Though she quickly averted her gaze back to the fire. And then Michael spoke [i]again[/i] and Lillah was most definitely one of the ones thinking "finally." 

However, the talking continued--just on lighter subjects. Raffy began talking about her favorite movies and the boy who had retreated into his tent had come out to add to the conversation. He seemed a bit goofy and while that would have annoyed her on any other day of the week, tonight it brought the smallest of smiles to her face. She stayed silent, though, and her eyes wandered around the campsite.