"My name is Lupa." She spoke up just a bit from her regular soft voice.  She wondered if it would be childish to ask their names right then, then decided to let them do what they wanted.  She desperately wanted to curl up in a corner, silently, wearing normal clothes, and see if any of them talked to her then.  She was always being so uncomfortable with herself and lacking self-esteem, so it was normal for her to want to do something crazy like that.  Maybe, if she showed the males her skill with a gun, she wouldn't have to stay with the girls, but how would she do that without her beloved blood red pistol.  It had been burned in the fire, she was slowly remembering things from when the fire was blazing.  Maybe next she'd remember who did it, if miracles were real.