Normally, Lady likes the thunder and lightning. She enjoys sitting and watching the flashes of purple streak through the gray while thunder sends the walls shaking. Today is different though, she can't quite keep still, unfamiliar to being left in a support role with this sort of demon. She normally handled it. No child deserved to be a demons main source of food. And she would much rather their parents didn't have grieve over them.

It was just...child-eating demons always left her jittery. If she wasn't handling it, or actively working on how to handle it she was all jitters bouncing around her loft as she worked the how, when, and where of it.

She finally settles when she sees Alastor. The blood only getting raised eyebrow before she's nodding. Her cuestick left leaning against the table as she goes to make the call.

"Good work. Feel better?" She tosses over her shoulder as she leans on the desk, the phone ringing in her ear.