Inside the kitchen she sees a young man who has odd dark streaks in his pale hair, hsi nimble hands move. And he looks tired, all about him are pots and pans and herbs and meds , not arranged for him, but rather like an armory ready to be unleashed "Mad Ernie... or madern, or just ernie. I'm suppose to do what you say so please know what you're doing. I can't .." He stops whatever he waws going to say "Nevermind, please, tell me what you need me to do"