Alice was taken aback by this. "You mean Lucifer is trying to take over won't, she have something to do with that?" She pointed upwards. When she stopped she could feel it, something dark rising from her stomach. A burning rising from her throat. The smell of sulphur in her nose. She shook her head. "You know, I never asked. When did you.. die?" She questioned, cocking her head. She then looked to the floor. Embarrassed she had even asked.
"Sorry." She muttered. Now that she thought, Jet had become more... docile and gentle.