Lucy lay on her back staring at the ceiling that she could barely see. Slowly, she brought her hand up, as if she could touch it if she tried hard enough. It was times like this that she missed home. It was times like this when she wished she could once again see the stars. A sad sigh escaped her lips before she started to sing a song quietly, hoping to distract herself.

"I miss your biscuits and your gravy
Fireflies dancing in the night
You have fed me, You have saved me
Billy Graham and Martha White."

[i]Fireflies.[/i] Lucy had taken those stupid bugs for granted. They were like stars that you could actually touch, could even catch and keep for yourself. If only she had realized it then.

Her musings were interrupted by a rough voice. "Name?"

Lucy raised an eyebrow at him, "Huh?"

"We need your name. We're cataloging the players present here."

She didn't even feel the need to sit up at this. "That's a stupid reason, don't cha think? You know, my mama always said you gotta be nice to someone and treat 'em like you'd wanna be treated. Maybe you should chat me up a bit before you ask me my name, yeah?" Her characteristic grin spread across her face, but he was not amused.

"And maybe you should learn to speak correctly. Start with giving me your name."

Lucy winced, no longer feeling like fighting with the stupid man. If he wanted to be that way, then so be it. He could have her name as long as he left her to her thoughts. "Lucy Hall." With that, he nodded and left taking her grin with him. Finally, the young woman sat up running her fingers through her hair out of habit. If there was anything she hated, it was when people treated her like she was stupid because of her accent. So what if she talked a bit slow and had that drawl, it didn't mean she couldn't think or understand anyone. Picking up a rock, she through it as hard as she could, hoping to calm herself down. Unfortunately, it hit someone else in the process.

"Sorry!" She called over before laying back down. [i]Why have we been out here so long,[/i] she thought. [i]It feels like they're using us for something...[/i]