Symphony watched as Alex cooked, replacing the vanilla creamer in the door of the fridge. He was so graceful at it, his manual dexterity a gift in more than just killing. "I wish I could cook like that." Symphony stated, half longingly, half cynically, grabbing a plate from the cupboard and loading it with eggs and pancakes. It wasn't long before the pancakes were smeared in butter, and drowned in syrup. She made her way once again into the living room, and sat, correctly for a change, in the big chair.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Hiâ€¦.good mourning," She struggled with words as if she just couldnâ€™t make out the sounds. She heaved another sigh. This could indefinitely be problematic.</span><br/><br/>"New?" Symphony asked, swallowing a mouthful of eggs. "Don't worry, we don't kill anyone who doesn't have the pre-approved target on their back. She chuckled slightly, the horrible reality of the statement lost on her. "Get some food, sit down, tell us about you.." Symphony looked from the kitchen to the stairs, "That's an open invitation, by the way." She raised her voice slightly, trying to keep it soft at the same time... hard, considering her voice was sharp, loud.