"My name is Eliza, the host of disease. It's a pleasure," she said in a soft voice, but still loud enough to be heard. She watched as Kyo organised a food preparation station, presumably to create something for the lot of them. It was fascinating to think that she was in a room filled with others who were just like her, who had demons within.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice from the corner of the kitchen. Eliza turned towards that particular direction to find a man in a suit reading an old newspaper. He reminded her of the same people her father used to associate with, the boring ones who would just sit and talk about politics or social issues. But this man seemed much more intriguing for there was something sinister about him that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Nevertheless, she was hungry and willing to help to get her feed.
Obediently, Eliza walked over to the sink and scrubbed off the dirt from her hands. She heard the voice of Kyo's tablet suggesting a smaller dish for quick preparation. "No, that's alright. I'm willing to wait," Eliza stated, continuing to clean herself of her filth. She then walked over to the little station Kyo had created and held up a spatula, in a gesture to say that she was only going to borrow it, before she headed over to the patty and clumsily flipped it. A small amount of grease flicked out from underneath and she felt tiny stings on her hands. She jumped back slightly before she proceeded to rub away at the small droplets of hot oil on her fingers.