#dr. nova

*Morgen's gaze flicks around her permissible studio apartment, then back to her guest. She doesn't comment.

She kicks out a chair at the small breakfast table, hanging her cane on the back of the other chair, taking a seat as she gestures for Dr. Nova to do the same*

A common sentiment here. Everyone seems to have strong opinions over their death. But you're not dead yet, are you?

Herald? Status Report?

Almost to the surface... Just hard to carry around a sleeping star. This kid weights like two tons!

I appreciate your bosses not killing the whole population without remorse this time.

So. How many Hell citizens are going to be coming out of the layers?

I'm getting containment teams ready at all the exits.

I... don't know. They're most likely going to fight, so we're not having any exact number ready. Mr. Marshall's spoken to The Devil, but there's no guarantee that he's actually going to be coming to the surface, it's possible that all of these people are...

I've noticed, I'm trying to lay low until it's over. Jenkins is out there, I think he wants to help that bunny boy he's had a few dates with.