A blonde

"Hi," the cutest most cheerleaderly blonde smiled back at them, "I'm Stacey."

"Hi Stacey," Mackenzie was still hormonal after her experience with Lana, "there's no need to cover up. It's just us girls, after all," as she dropped her arms to her sides and Lana did the same. After a few seconds of hesitation, Stacey also dropped her arms and the three stood in front of each other as naked as the day they were born.

"Well, now that that's out of the way," Lana tried to stimulate more conversation, "let's figure out what we're going to do here."

"We can always just ask for help," Stacey went with the most direct option.

"That's a great idea!" Lana perked up, "you can go back out there and flag someone down."

"Well," Stacey's face started turning red, "I meant more you can always just ask for help."

"Weren't you just up there?" Mackenzie started grilling her, "I mean, we were in a pool after the lights went on and we don't know where the hell we are right now."