Ina Rozumo
Ina turned as, bizarrely, a small teen fell out of a door nearby. It had been the one across the hall, in fact. She looked down at the boy, who appeared to be wearing a shirt made for someone twice his size, which flopped about in was as half-cute and half-silly as it was almost certainly was deliberate. She bent down to help the kid up, noticing as she did that he seemed afraid. Deciding that, as probably the oldest one here, she ought to do something, she spoke quietly. Remembering how she'd felt a brief fear at waking up alone, she said, "Don't worry, we're all in the same boat as you. You aren't alone. I'm Ina. Who're you?"