Roberta yawned as she walked into the kitchen, dressed in just a long t-shirt, with a red bandanna around her left bicep and a jaguar tooth necklace hanging around her neck. She had decided to take a bit of a nap before meeting the others, finding her belongings, even the computer and cameras, all transported to the room. Walking around a bit, Roberta wondered what to get to drink. Smiling, she went over to the alcohol bar and grabbed a beer.<strong>"Hell, if I'm the bastard child of a god, guess that means drinking age laws don't apply..."</strong>Roberta mused aloud.<br/><br/>She made her way into the living room, plopping down on an empty chair. She looked around at the other two, eyebrow raised. "So you're the other girls that the chick, Liz, was talking about? Well, at least she was right, you're both pretty cute." Roberta said, taking a drink. She held out her hand, grinning.<strong>"Name's Roberta Ibanez, formerly a college student in the study of journalism. Also, apparently, the daughter of Tezcatlipoca."</strong>She took another sip and looked back at the two.<strong>"So what are we? The bastard children of gods who get to fight Dracula and the wolfman?"</strong>