[ Ellever smiles. The movement is stiff; she hasn't smiled in a little while. ]

That's pragmatic of you.

[ There's now a pattern to the Night Market, but there's still the question of whether or not they'll be alive — undead? — to see it again. ]

I'm Elle. It's nice to meet you. [ She tilts her head to the side as she considers. ] I'm fond of black coffee, but if I can pick any of them, I like mocha the best. I don't even really have a sweet tooth? It's just nice. Much like... unlimited warm drinks here in Beacon, when we're... [ She chuckles quietly. ] As you said, dead. Aren't we lucky?

[ It's said wryly, as she glances over the drink list and tries to figure out another order. ]