The white haired young woman dressed in capris and a matching jacket waves back. Her presence is odd - she looks both human and inhuman to the Shroud. Very supernatural. “Not sure. Though I’m beginning to see some common threads between our eclectic ensemble besides just living here. Are you… okay?” she looks at the woman’s hands as she grips the table. “None of the food bites, and you seem like you need salt, meat, and water.”