Chrissa quickly ran off to get food started for the three of them--She arranged a plate of various kinds of fruit for Anuriel and Damien, and, setting that aside, she tried to think of something both quick and hearty for Mr. Narkissos. She smiled to herself. His was the first and only face she'd recognized since landing. Then she thought of all the thousands of people that didn't make it off the planet...She gritted her teeth and shook her head. She had work to do. She rolled up her sleeves, having decided what to make.
Cheese-potato chowder. She even had all the ingredients ready and waiting, and there was almost always a pot boiling on the stove. She dumped in everything she needed and set to work.

Grim cackled. "But of course you can, my dear Azurael--but don't talk to them! Spirits are either very shy, or very hostile. Wouldn't want the latter of the two to decide to go rampaging about! Ehehehehehe!" And with that, the odd Angel faded into the shadows.

T'vor let his hand drop from his sword. "I don't like him." He growled.

Sephiroth looked amused. He gestured to the tent's exit. "Shall wee see what Grim can do for us?"