Martha was adapting to hell... Surprsingly well. It was plenty different from what she had expected; but she fit in still. She made a home for herself, started work, the whole nine yards. But, she didn't have her family with her now. She didn't know if they were in Hell too, or if they had gone somewhere else. Or maybe they were still alive? But, being in Hell oddly... calmed her down a bit. She didn't really feel the need to continue with her "Satanic worship" work anymore. She was a demon now after all, and... It seemed like everything she had believed to be right was wrong. She had much less of a bloodlust now; she could let out that desire anytime without having to hunt down victims. Most of the time, she was... Sweet? Relaxed. Like now, just taking her time at the store. You were in her way, but... She didn't shove you or yell, just gave a smile

"Scuse me darlin, just gonna scoot past ya here"

A polite, southern accent, head tilting to the side a bit