Take from her lower half

Alana lies over her chair, legs dangling over the arm. It makes her shoes an easy target, but she doesn't react. She figures there was worse to lose, at this point.

"Suppose this thing's name isn't even English?"
Chloe replied, "We don't have a choice."
"Or anything else to guess in." Katelyn adds, finishing writing up this round of notes.

If she doesn't get it right this time, she's going to start losing the things that matter. But the others hadn't lost anything, yet. She doesn't understand why, but if that's how it's going to be, she'd have to start playing dirty, if she wants to get out of this with anything.

"Any 'I's?"

No.