At precisely five minutes, Eight strides in, strange bag on her back and fire bucket in her hand. She practically saunters she strolls up to Gen, a contented smile on her face.

She gets a good six feet distance for social distancing before clutching the bucket in her hands. "So. You want to know what this is? Well..." She follows up the statement by dropping a blot of magenta ink right in front of her.

Before he could say anything jumps into the air, transforming herself and everything she's carrying into a rather large octopus. Despite the puddle being less than a centimeter deep, her whole self dives in like it was a three feet pool of ink.