"Well...yes. Good," Ellie said, smiling uncertainly back; not quite sure whether a truce was what she'd been looking for, but she was on unfamiliar ground and decided not to look a gift mythological beast in the mouth. She wasn't kidding about making friends. Girlfriends, anyway. Most females had been either impediments of one sort or another, occasionally assignments, or direct competitors in her work.
She walked over to open the jewelry box and began lifting out various pieces of gold jewelry, some more elaborate or of better quality than others. None very old, alas; all the lovely pieces she'd collected over the centuries had been left behind when she'd fled her garden in Hell. There were a few modern baubles that vaguely recalled the old Egyptian styles, however, as well as an eclectic assortment of others. The silver bracelet Crowley had given her was carefully moved to the back of the box; that one she wasn't sharing, and was rather grateful it was the wrong type of metal anyway. "Have you met many of the others who are staying here?" she asked, curious.
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She walked over to open the jewelry box and began lifting out various pieces of gold jewelry, some more elaborate or of better quality than others. None very old, alas; all the lovely pieces she'd collected over the centuries had been left behind when she'd fled her garden in Hell. There were a few modern baubles that vaguely recalled the old Egyptian styles, however, as well as an eclectic assortment of others. The silver bracelet Crowley had given her was carefully moved to the back of the box; that one she wasn't sharing, and was rather grateful it was the wrong type of metal anyway. "Have you met many of the others who are staying here?" she asked, curious.