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Listening to the conversation Elora raises her eyebrows a bit and smiles slightly "Sven dear the effort is very sweet, but these Nunnlifs have already brutally murdered Marco, and I expect are just waiting for an opportunity to do the same to the rest of us... The time to worry about hurting their feelings may already be past."

The baker frowns towards Doctor Wilkens as he starts point fingers again "Well sir, some of us are expressing our views, and some are still coming to terms with what has happened, or just not so quick to flap their gums. You on the other hand seem overly eager to get someone, anyone into the rig as soon as possible. You don't seem to have any regard for human life, it's not so easy for all of us to kill our friends and colleagues you know. Also we know there's only three Nunnlifs and you already have at least five people in this killing queue of yours, are you just going to randomly accuse each of us in turn with some another flimsy excuse?"

Shooken up from the entire event, and the recording Elora blinks and listens to the others arguing and pointing fingers. "Marco, and poor Meows..."

She sighs and shakes her head slowly "I think you may be overlooking something Mr. Smith. Yes, one of the creatures Marco confirmed is a geneticist, but his recording indicated four specimens, the geneticist and Meows imposter only makes two. We still have two creatures completely unknown, they could be any one of us, that includes foul tempered janitors, security officers, mechanics... err Mr. Curtis" She hesitates a moment realizing she's not entirely sure what Russ' role actually is, then continues "And I'm afraid even culinary artists." She wipes the front of her apron causing a small cloud of flour to emerge from the garment. "I'd much rather we stick together we outnumber these creatures, but if we split the group it'll be to their advantage, especially if you're giving us a false sense of security by thinking no one without a PhD could be a monster. Let's not spread ourselves thin, if these things are looking to kill us all, I'd say the only thing stopping them is that there's more of us than them."

Elora is brought in from where she was working in the kitchens, fresh white flour is apparent on her apron, and bits in her hair. "What's all this fuss about?" She asks before her eyes fall on the remains of Marco. [b]"Oh dear lord!" she exclaims quickly averting her eyes.

Hearing bits of Sven and Mike's conversation she grasps the mess's identity "That's Marco? How horrible... what could do that to a person?" She looks at Mike and Sven in horror "You don't mean to suggest one of us did this? We couldn't possibly..."

Everyone needs to eat, even way out in the Antarctic, it was Elora's job to make sure everyone is well nourished. She sometimes wondered what she did to deserve being sent to this frozen wasteland, she must have gotten on the bad side of the wrong person, either that or someone thought she could be trusted around all the important research... maybe both. Most of her fellow classmates from the culinary program already had restaurants of their own and here she was stuck running a cafeteria for these penguin obsessed scientists.

Despite her qualms about being stuck in the Antarctic Elora takes her job seriously, and although she may complain at times for the most part she enjoys it. She specialized in baking throughout her schooling, and frequently had new baked goods for the lab workers, the apron she always wears is constantly covered in flour, and the scent of fresh baked bread seems to follow her everywhere.