Eliza shrugged her shoulders in a more exaggerated manner when she heard the question from Kyo's tablet. "I have no idea. There were so many of us in the same room with her, how could none of us have seen her leave?" Eliza asked in frustration. With the sound of the boy, Dante's, voice asking her to help with making a steak, she felt a bit of relief. The laugh he gave also seemed to show that he was a lot less nervous than she had first assumed. She was especially amused by his comment on poison. "Poison you? Please, I only ever do that on special occassions," Eliza said with a smirk.

Although he had said that they needn't worry, for some reason there was a strange angst still clouding her mind. [i]Hmm... perhaps another one of my old friends is thinking about making an appearance. That doesn't bother you does it?[/i] Disease's egotistical voice filled her mind again and Eliza couldn't help but scowl. "Please don't act like you are concerned about me. It's sickening," Eliza shot back bitterly. She was fully aware that she must have looked crazy, like she was talking to herself but surely every one else knew what it was like to be burdened with such a fiend.

[i]Interesting wordplay. I like what you did there,[/i] Disease commented and she could hear it's toxic laugh resonating in her head. Eliza rolled her eyes as she walked over to one of the cabinets in the kitchen. Admittedly, she wasn't much of a cook. In fact, the only thing that she had ever done in her life that had classified as cooking was boiled toxic herbs. She had no idea what kind of seasoning she actually needed to do. She turned to Kyo, who she knew was still feeling anxious about the whereabouts of Katherin. Eliza put on her sweetest smile and decided that it would probably be a good idea for them to do what Dante had asked and prepare another meal, even though the one Kyo had made previously went untouched. 

"Shall we prepare the steak? I'm sure when Katherin and Dante return they will be famished," Eliza said with the best cheery voice she could muster, despite the nerves that still ran through her. Something terrible was coming.