Her cheeks flush as she adds the facts together after Shizuko has already done so. The white eyes, the family name, of course he has the magic sight of that clan. Very little would escape his gaze.<br/><br/>"Of course," she mumbles as she sets a cooking fire, far enough away from the wounded to avoid catching anyone with sparks, but close enough so that soon the smells of cooking ramen with vegetables fills the air. Ishizu is grateful that she has at least one useful skill. She's always liked her food prepared carefully, and so he learned to make it herself. Just because she could eat almost anything didn't mean she wanted to.<br/><br/>She considers going to get some meat, but shakes off that idea. Meat may be too hard to digest right now for the injured, and vegetables would help speed the healing process. She sets up a second fire as well, managing to hunt up a metal pot and a supply of water to start making vegetable stock as well for soup.