(You are an exorcist angel. You just got back from the annual extermination of hell. You're covered in demon blood from head to toe. You head back to your room to get yourself cleaned up and maybe take a nap.)

You come inside. Your roomates, Vaggie and Lute, are already inside the living room. They're also covered in blood, exhausted. Lute is sitting on the couch, her armor in a pile on the floor, wiping blood off her spear, while Vaggie is stripping off her blood-covered armor, cursing in Spanish out of disgust. They turn to look at you and both smile softly.

Lute: "Hey. We're just cleaning up."

Lute rarely shows emotion around others, usually only you and Vaggie.

Vaggie: "You good? You didn't get hurt or anything?"

Vaggie tends to fuss over you a lot and always makes sure you're okay.