Belca ... ? That sounds about right ....
"So, I'm in a hall thingy that never ends." the girl now self-christened Belca announced aloud. She had decided she liked to hear herself think, and it was awfully quiet with no one around anyway, though she would never admit the sound of her own voice soothed her a little.
"What do I do now? How long can I make it without food? There's plenty of water on the floor ... and I'm not above not drinking it just because I've been walking in it. Not if it betters my chances. I want to know where I am anyway. Is anyone even listening?" Belca muttered, a little tired from all the walking she was doing. "ANYONE HEEE-EERE?" she shouted, before falling abruptly silent.
You're only wasting your energy ... there's no one here, and you've been here long enough to know it.
"But I don't want to die." Belca reminded herself sternly. Speaking aloud had a wonderful effect on her nerves, apparently. "So I can't give up at any rate. And there must be some way to get out of here. There always is."
That ... feeling just now, it felt so nostalgic. As if it had been familiar to her ...
"Well, I'll worry about that after I get out of here. First things first."