[she doesn't stop cleaning while he goes over the litany of things he's dealing with, which of course isn't doing much to dispel the idea of her being a maid. but maybe she's doing that on purpose.]

Oh, cool, cool, love to hear it. [she's trying to be sincere and it is much easier than it should be. she's lost people to the ocean. her girlfriend's been corrupted, though by a different entity who isn't here, and thank god for that. and, well, she's got another soul riding shotgun inside her, though she wouldn't call her a demon by any stretch.]

Three for three on my end, if you're real liberal with some of your definitions. It really does feel like it's everything, sometimes. All at once. Real easy to give in and just start drinking and doing space drugs to make it all go away. [she comes over a little closer and leans over the back of the couch, putting weight on it that doesn't immediately match her frame.] Tell me more about your demon.