Connie stares at Sadou for a moment, her brain failing to compute the unlikely combination of "Satan" and "fast food worker."

Then questions begin tumbling out of her mouth at a million miles per hour. "How many demons were under your command? Are there any significant divergences in species? What were you fighting over? How much of the Christian Bible is true and all this should probably wait until we're back in civilization because I'm supposed to be watching your back." She then returns to her post, blushing in embarrassment.