Amidst the chaotic mix of risen and fallen, into the bar stepped a rather ordinary looking human being. A young woman, of slender build, clad in decidedly ordinary clothing, fit for walking a decent bit of distance, but not quite sporty. One had to look presentable in their casual attire, after all. Jeans and a leather jacket were the choice for today, though they seemed to fit so well with the persona that one might as well expect to see this young woman wearing the same composition every day. 

Her striking blue eyes slowly glanced from one person to the other, a strangely neutral expression on her features, as if a young man with claws and wings, a disemboweled hellbeast and a pair of other somewhat out-of-place characters were completely par the course. Of course, they were. And to their unnatural eyes it would be apparent that this young woman was anything but human. She stepped her way non-chalantly over to the bar, leaning against it languidly and folding her arms under her supple chest. 

[b]"Nice place."[/b] she mused, eyeing the extent of Ricky's humble interior [b]"I never thought God would share my enthusiasm about fantasy tropes. It's like the start of a DnD session. "You all meet in a bar.." and all that. Next thing you know - rats in the basement that need slaying. In our case - demon rats."[/b]

[b]"So, this is supposed to be the meeting of our little club. I was hoping for there to be more of us, but this will have to do. I imagine some of us have met before, on occasion, both on opposite sides, as well as the same one."[/b] at that, the woman glanced briefly toward Samael, smirking faintly and then continuing in dry tone [b]"But heck, what's the entire Legion of Hell against all four of us? You know, all gathered in one spot and just waiting to be ambushed?"[/b] 

Despite the rather grim expectations she spoke of, the woman seemed anything but concerned, her brows raised faintly, and her eyes squinted faintly in a wry, light-hearted smile.