The sound doesn’t pass her lips, but her mouth forms a rather obvious oh-shape of realization as the dots connect now that she’s drawn the lines and made the picture tier clearer. There is no other real surface reaction at the news though. Just that one tiny slip and everything else is neutral.

She can’t hate the job they do— her world may not have literal demons in the same way but she is not unfamiliar with the idea of them. She’s not sure if it’s better that the monsters she knew were only men who let their greed rule them— or worse.

“Inej,” she offers in return. “And it’s good to have people you know here.” Someone she could trust in the sea of the new and the unfamiliar of everything and everyone else here.