Alastor takes a step forward, his wide crimson grin stretching even further as static crackles faintly in the air. His glowing red eyes lock onto Jade with unnerving curiosity.

Alastor: “Well, well, well! What do we have here? A living guest? How delightfully… rare!”

He gestures dramatically with his staff, twirling it like a conductor’s baton.

Alastor: “Fell right through the ceiling like a meteor of mystery! Didn't even leave a proper crater—oh-ho-ho—though you did ruin Charlie’s lovely presentation on “Empathy Through Puppetry.”

Slight chuckle from Angel Dust as he leans against the wall.
Angel: “Pfft—babe, you landed smack between the inspirational rainbow and Vaggie’s side-eye. Impressive landing.”

Charlie: kneeling beside Jade with earnest concern “Oh gosh! Are you okay?! We don’t get visitors from Upstairs very often—and certainly not delivered via ceiling-drop!

Vaggie: arms crossed “I say we check for tracking devices. Or wings. Definitely check for wings.”

Alastor flicks his wrist, sending faint greenish tendrils of magic spiraling gently around Jade like curious smoke.

Alastor: “No halo... no wings... but ohhh, such potential chaos. Tell me dearie—did Heaven boot you out or did Hell simply invite itself in?”