Bluish-purple eyes glance at him, her cowl still down. "It's...not a bad way to be, honestly." She wanted to be a hero. To try and make up for all the evil she'd cause by being Trigon's daughter.

"We're also looking for places to meet, and that..." She paused, and a small smile came to her. "That you can help me with, if you're willing. Warding is not my strong point and I don't have my books. But I'm seeking help from others who can either help me set up or maintain wards. As well as find good places that would be safe to meet." Now she pulled her hood up. "I probably shouldn't be asking the God of Mischief for help with that, but then again--mischief is what I'm up to, for once."