Alastor opened the door to I.M.P. dramatically and approached the front desk where a hellhound was sitting.
"I am here to see the owner of this establishment," he said, touching the end of his microphone cane for a brief moment before placing his hands behind his back.
"If he is unavailable then I would like to leave a message."
He seemed... polite enough. For the moment.
Loona sat tapping away at a mobile game, almost treating the overlord as dismissively as any sinner client who entered with a "Mhm," and scooting a sign-in sheet over to him before she recognized the iconic voice from the radio and looked up from her paused game. Her ears folded back and she blinked.
"I'll, uh... I'll check to see if he's in..."
She recognized Alastor from posters. Drawings of him anyways. And the voice from the radio. And knew from her times on the streets as a pup that it was best not to ignore overlords. So she beeped her adoptive father with a special button that let him know someone Important was at the front desk. It shortened the communication time and meant he could slip out if he wanted to. She waited to hear a beep back that would tell her to leave if Blitzo was 'abandoning ship' and when it didn't happen she remained where she was.
"... So um?" her tail tucked in. "Anything we can help you?" she asked, as she waited for Blitzo to arrive for the guest. "I can take a memo?" she dug out a sticky pad.
What had her father done?
