Viv popped onto the table, also intrigued by the familiar voice. The little monsters didn't know that many people, after all. "They still do that thing, yes. I'm pretty sure it's innate." She petted the girl kitten. "Just like with some other people I know."

She looked around her apartment. "Even if I believed in Hell, it wouldn't be this. I've simply not been naughty enough to be stuck in Hell with random FBI agents and Welsh conspiracy theorists. Not even if we count our little interlude."