A slight smile tugged the corner of Elin's lip when she looked over to the third room on the left. "Really? What's in that room? Is that your slaughter room where you kill innocent young women who you rescue from the rain to then enjoy their raw ribs?" She tilted her head, eyes wide, expecting him to answer her quickly. She took note of his foreign name and especially the fact that he had mentioned the cabin to be his. "Didn't you just say this was abandoned? So you actually live here?" The oddity that was munching on meat in front of her was making her increasingly more suspicious and cautious with every word he spoke. It was like talking to a fox, metaphorically, foxes being such tricksters. If she had known how close her guess landed right then and there.<br/><br/>Elin cleared her throat and bit her lip to cover her hungry expression somehow. Pink meaty goodness. Well damn, he had put her in a tough spot. Why was he being like that anyway? It was almost as if he knew... "Of course you need the oven!" She exclaimed and shot him a scolding glare, a smile nonetheless tugging the corner of her lips. Sometimes, especially when she was hungry, she was kind of a bad liar. At least she tried. "I'm not going to eat raw, delicious meat!" Elin blinked her eyes, frowned and soon corrected herself: "Delicious? I meant to say disgusting. I was thinking about the pudding I had this morning." She laughed nervously, playing with the wet strands of her white hair while trying to appear innocent and relatively normal.<br/><br/>Nodding towards the bone that was left from the rib he had just eaten, she asked: "Don't you ever get sick from eating raw meat? Only predators do that, you know. Not humans." Her eyes locked on his expectantly, hoping for him to reveal whatever or whoever he really was now before she'd freeze up his feet into a pile of ice and interrogate him while he would be unable to run away.