[ Yeah, these guys were tricking sons of bitches, if you asked him. Hell, even if you didn't, he must've belted it out enough times for it to be heard, when he first arrived. That whole yes thing was just flat out insulting, and they used the best excuse in the book to make him agree; they needed help, please, there's a demon nearby, will you come? Annoyingly simple, really.

There's that smile again, and his answer is nothing but a brief and lopsided press to his mouth. ] I don't blame you; this place shoves a lot down your throat all at once, doesn't it.

[ Quiet, skulking type was more accurate than he would like to admit, but that might as well be written in his file. He watches her with a careful sort of eye, measured, lingering on the weapon on her lap.

God, no. How old was she? Eighteen, nineteen at most? This wasn't right, regardless of what she may have faced in her world to be put into this team. But she was playing this game of control, and so would he. At least this wasn't purgatory, and so far, nothing was trying to eat him. Small bonus points, for now. ] Hey now, I'm a ray of sunshine when i want to be, but yeah. That's me.

[ A sigh, slowly pushed out before he's nodding at that gun. ] How's that thing treating you?