Tris turned in surprise, bolting backwards. She frowned, tripping on the restraints. Sighing softly, she glanced at them, afraid, and surprised. Suddenly, remembering her manners, she murmured, "Umm.. sorry, The name's Tris. Tris Vasilisa Belikov." She continued backing away while she said the words, terrified of the new "family". She had never really been quite sure. It was very strange to her, all of the new people she would meet about every two months, the beatings and abuse afterward, and then the continual charges of child abuse, and being slammed in an orphanage again. She looked at the two quietly. Once again, the family seemed to remind her of someone. Of course, though for once it wasn't a bad similarity. The boy seemed very energetic and curious. He reminded her of Terry, a dark haired boy who could never sit still there. Tris smiled softly, remembering when they hadn't thought her a danger. Turning to Rosana, she nodded. She had once had a sixteen year old friend who had watched over her for her child hood years (Ages 1-3) and she had had the prettiest red hair. Tris said the girl's name to herself. "Miriana..." she murmured quietly.