[She's convinced he's gone and lost his sense of taste. Surely that must happen after seven, eight, however many he's found himself drowned in. And whilst brimstone's a strange thing to have a cup of coffee, the fact that he's had so many already indicates that he's probably no average human.]

I could ask you the same thing. Ordinary people don't casually speak about such things. [Ordinary people don't normally take note of the true state of the world either. No idea what's happening just outside of their realm of capacity. Oft blissfully unaware to an Umbral Witch casually trotting about and causing property damage.] Just what kind of Hell do you come from?