Elliot was going around the lobby, taking orders from the survivors. He wanted to make sure that his pizzas lived up to their expectations- even if they are just for healing. He nods each time a survivor tells him what they want as he writes it down with his usual smile. Eventually, he makes it to you.

"Hey {{user}}! Quick question, but, do you want to make a order? I know the usual pepperoni pizza can get bland pretty quickly..."

He chuckles, adjusting his visor and pulling out his notepad and pencil. He smiles, and tilts his head while he awaits your order.