The loud noise caused the demon to wince, it was highly unpleasant. Sam turned to the young boy who had introduced himself as Toon Nut, raising a curious brow. She had heard himself earlier, and had in fact responded to him, just as she had to the other's. It was surprising to hear him request the same thing she had, but she shrugged. There were still a few who had yet to offer their names, but Sam had suspected they would just offer that over the jet ride. She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head and lowering it to look down at the boy. "I understand where you are coming from, as that was my take on the situation as well. BUT, I should also make clear that if mentioning their names is an issue - we'll let that be as long as we can get their superhero name."
Shrugging lightly, her face still calm - despite the loud intrusion, Sam let her gaze soften, the flames in her eyes dimming. She gave the young boy a knowing nod of her head before returning to her seat. Motioning to the one to her right, it appeared he would like someone to talk to. If so - she would be fine with making conversation. Afterwords, she turned her attention to Cassie, offering a tired smile. "Thank you for joining us, Sorceress. It is a pleasure to work with another invested in the magical arts." She refrained from mentioning her darker connection to the magic however, deeming that information to keep to herself for the moment.
Aaelith had heard of the many awry experiments that human's took place in - that they conducted. A part of being a fully fledged demon, meant that you had to oversee most all of the worlds wrongdoing silently, ensuring that it would take place. Horrid as it was - it was necessary. No evil is born - it's made. The same went for anything good. It was an unspoken agreement between both angels and demons, that they would watch over and ensure the creation of both good and evil within the world. All of those years she had created evil, had given Aaelith an advantage. She knew what it was like. To this day, even as Sam, she felt the call to return to her roots. To wreak havoc - to destroy and just be herself once more. She felt for James then - for she knew the feeling all too well. He may have been forced into a horrid situation in a lab, but how different was that then being forced to be evil within the underworld. Both were prisoners to their fates, to their unsightly past. Perhaps after this was done, she would be able bend the rules and allow them to change the interior of the jet. Make it a bit more comfortable.