DIANA: That's so daaaaang amazing! Are you angels? I've never seen angels? I didn't they're real. Holy shit, are you a vampire?!
SAMUEL: One question at a time, kiddo. One at a time. Haha!
MNEMOSYNE: They're close enough, my grimheart. Anyway, Iris, Mata, this is Diana. Grim's daughter.
IRIS scoffs, seemingly disapproving.
MATA: Death has a daughter? That sounds delightful. I am Mata, and this is Iris. We are the Seekers. Nice to meet you, Diana.
DIANA: Hi! [giggles] Hi, I'm Diana Moarte!
IRIS: And you allowed this to happen, Mnemosyne? A child - Death's child - in your unit? I believe this is still early and unfair.
MNEMOSYNE: Oh, please. Give her a break. Death believes Diana is safe here, and she works hard...don't you, Di?
DIANA nods enthusiastically.
MNEMOSYNE: Anyway, you look wonderful, Iris! That dress suits you better than your robes!
IRIS groans, annoyed, feeling insulted for insulting her Seeker robes.
MATA: Thank you, Mnemosyne! We had help from the Pupil.
IRIS: Can we please get started?
MNEMOSYNE: [laughing] Alright, come on in!
DIANA: Please, come in, come in!
