Erica was somewhat surprised to hear another voice, turning quickly when Malachi entered and spoke to her. She gave him a once over, a quick flick of her eyes, from head to toe. It was a skeptical look, but a lazy smile quickly came over her face as she shrugged her shoulders a little. "Hey," she said simply, smiling a little wider when he commented about the equipment. "I don't have much of a choice. I can't use half of the stuff they have here, so it's kind of a shitty deal. No one knows how to clean up after themselves well enough.. and besides, they don't even provide aprons as boss as this," she explained, leaning back against the counter as she spoke, still watching him.

She realized she vaguely recognized him. He played Quodpot, but for who.. Sonnier maybe? No, that wasn't it. Maybe it was Beauregard. Yes, that had to be it, she was sure of it. Handsome enough, but a rival no less. "Just don't get flour all over my side of the kitchen, and I won't be forced to.. you know, destroy you on the field next time we play," she joked, straightening up long enough to extend a hand to him. "Erica, by the way. Redd."