Lucinda glanced at the individuals who had awoken; her eyes examined each of them carefully before she decided it was best that she reply. “We seem to be in someone’s cellar. Who’s exactly has yet to be determined.” She says, crossing her arms before her. With doing so her arm, the right one which she had forgotten was still in a state of metal, creaked a little before shining in the dim lighting. 

Her eyes once again looked over the few but froze on a young woman who looked a little unstable. Seeing as she wasn’t far from her she stepped over and tried to stable her with her left arm. “You might want to slow down, you seem ill.” She chided, hoping not to frighten the poor girl.
 
Still supporting the girl Lucinda turned back to the three men who were awake. “I know not why we are here but even so I think it would be best to introduce myself. My name is Lucinda Grey, most merely call me Lucy.” She chimes, trying to diffuse the fear and tension in the room. As she was talking she glanced back around the room and was a little confused by a folded piece of parchment on a nearby crate. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was still supporting a dizzy seeming girl she would probably have gone to inspect it.