[h2]Johanna Faust and Assassin[/h2]

On cue, the white-haired assassin came out, appearing to almost materialise at her Master's side--and quickly sliding backwards to be half-hidden by the mage's arm, one small hand finding Elizabeth's for reassurance. Her expression wasn't far off being a deer in the headlights; Johanna's analytical gaze seeming to pin the small girl down for a second. Assassin didn't like it, not one bit. This was an enemy and a threat to Mother, she wanted nothing more than to hide just in case a sneak attack was warranted.

Johanna held her gaze for just a second longer until the Servant turned away, burying her face in Elizabeth's side. What sort of Heroic Spirit could possibly be summoned as a child, and Assassin at that? She obviously wasn't one of the Hassans and Servants were summoned in their prime... which obviously meant that she'd died as a child. Yet to somehow qualify to be Assassin at the same time? It was a maddening, nonsensical combination that she'd need to think more on. Really, for this war to have not one but [i]two[/i] child casualties... 

The magus went back inside, taking out the two burgers she'd planned to eat whilst mapping out the ritual sites for this war and leaving them on the same table as Berserker's--though he'd obviously gone to eat his somewhere else--and leaning against a countertop. Assassin and her Master could have the couch whilst she finished eating.

She took another bite, watching the Master and Assassin take theirs. To dress Assassin in normal clothes... it obviously wasn't a good disguise, her physical appearance was simply too distinctive to hide in some way. Some attempt at a normal relationship then; something easily exploitable if it came to a point she'd need to eliminate the other two. Force Assassin to fight Berserker by targeting the Master.

"As I was saying before the fighting started, I am Johanna Faust, Enforcer. You would be...?"

The Servant, meanwhile, was sitting leaning up against her Master and staring almost... apprehensively at the burger. It was big... so big that she didn't think it could possibly be finished, not on her own. Two hands to hold... and its contents looked so [i]juicy[/i], actual meat, cheese... there was no mould growing on the bread, either. It wasn't even stale...

Of course, Assassin's lack of table manners became apparent mere moments later, tearing a huge bite out of the burger, squeezing down on it and ending up with more sauce seemingly on her face and hands than in her mouth.