Mima returned the 'smile' her father granted her. She saw it as a rare attempt at humor from her father, so she simply returned the favor. Everybody knew her father rarely showed a smile, unless he was torturing souls.
She was surprised when she heard what he wanted from her, not having expected her to be asked to take care of a mere amount of souls. 'You think I am necessary for these souls? They don't sound like such a problem.' she shrugged.
'Well I wasn't doing anything either way. I'll bring the nephilim and his friends to the planes they have to be.' she said with a light bow.
She turned around and walked out, whistling to call a winged creature, resembling a hellhound. She lashed her tail and the creature flew up with a roar.