[Ah... a sense of deja vu, and one that makes Elsa's chest feel tight. Wasn't it about this time last week that she walked into the library to see Rina in a similar state, with supplies all around to make things for everyone here? Elsa's wondering if this is some sort of ominous sign, but...
No. She... she can't think like that. She can't just assume there will be one more murder this week. So she pushes those thoughts away, moving closer to examine what's already strewn around the table.]
Teacher's Lounge
No. She... she can't think like that. She can't just assume there will be one more murder this week. So she pushes those thoughts away, moving closer to examine what's already strewn around the table.]
What are you making?