Elizabeth's persona slurps down the last of the ghoul foot like a piece of pasta then lets out a roar that echos less in real space, but more in the heads of those around it before vanishing as she sits down at the stall.

"I have never encountered an alien. Demons, shadows, and mortals yes. But they all fell under the domain of the human's sea of the soul."

Leaning on her arm she taps her cheek slightly and ponders, "The collective unconscious of mankind is... Not a good place for restaurants, for what is relatively safe in the physical world, frequently suffers many complications in the metaphysical."