Ironically, it's not the state of him that gets her nose wrinkled in disgust so much as it is the flirtation. She crouches, tabletopping her knees and folding her elbows across them to peer at him, curious about the juxtaposition of what she can see and what she can hear.

He should be dead, probably, maybe. He never said anything about that in Zero. She reaches down to poke the skin on the back of his hand.

"Those can be - meddlesome, can't they?" she hums. "Are these the demon powers you spoke of?"