"Sharks?" they repeat. "A second time? That's a little concerning."

They look back, taking in the form in front of them in that same level of detail now that the tacks they're getting down to are slightly closer to brass. Their shattered left eye trails up and down Cloud's body, and they lean on the rail to try to at least pretend they can relax a little.

"I haven't learned much yet. I've learned that this is Hell, that yokai are here, and that the Enma desperately needs a speechwriter. And I've heard things about what happened to the headquarters, but nothing too specific yet." Operating on that initial assumption, they look at Cloud carefully. "Were you there?"