[color=f49ac2]ᴇ ᴜ ᴘ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ ɪ ᴀ     ᴅ ᴀ ʟ ʀ ᴀ ᴀ ɴ[/color][hr]Euphemia had been sitting there for some time, and was passing the brink of awkwardness when Arinne walked in. She sighed in relief. Then, she listened along to the conversation as it began, appearing disinterested, but observing her newfound companions all the while. None of them she knew very well, if at all, though that was the case for many people.

[color=f49ac2]"Oh my! How awful,"[/color] Euphemia said, speaking up for the first time. She sat in her seat, as comfortable as she would be in her own home, making her way through some of Arinne's snacks. The truth was that she had been horrendously early, and didn't have much of a choice apart from getting cosy. 

She was still nervous. She hid it the best she could, but the way her feet tapped impatiently against the floor and how her dainty fingers fiddled with the ends of the armrests, and among other things, were telltale signs. [color=f49ac2]"It is a little odd that they have similarities to the original Jack the Ripper though. One would think they were intentional."[/color] As if unconcerned, Euphemia inspected her nails, painted a delicate pink. [color=f49ac2]"Perhaps it is coincidental. We shall have to wait and see. I would wonder what those organs are for, however..."[/color]

Euphemia trailed off as she leaned over to take another biscuit. [color=f49ac2]"Or what anyone should want with them. Somehow, I do not think they are selling them."[/color]