[Naoto had her own work to do. If anyone stepped into the dining room they'd find the dozens of handwritten pages she has done of theories and other stuff related to their actual situation, but everyone needs a break once in a while. The kitchen is the nearest place.
She enters, looks into the fridge and glances towards the counter before she notices there's something off about Cilan's green head. Huuuuuuuh...]
Kitchen
She enters, looks into the fridge and glances towards the counter before she notices there's something off about Cilan's green head. Huuuuuuuh...]
I see someone managed to find your Pansage.