"...I guess that makes sense. I've never really seen anyone from a lower platform go higher. I suppose, I could go mess with some settings and raise the oxygen percentage in the room? I tend to keep it ambient, but if it would make it easier for you to breathe..." She bought her thumbs to her lips thoughtfully. "...Yeah, though it's honestly a plain looking drink. When it gets later in the day, I could see about having Nan mix up a fancier, better tasting one? Maybe a white russian, or a mai tai..." She wondered what kind of drink the strange man would prefer, though she could tell by the look on his face that he did not enjoy the bloody mary.

"Yeah, people tend to love it or hate this one. Most people I've seen prefer it for mornings; they use it to chase away hangovers, I assume." Jo shrugged sheepishly, letting a nervous smile slip. "Um, the fries...? They're..." She paused, brows furrowing as she thought. "...I believe they're deep-fried. They could also have been dehydrated at one point and dehydrated. Food here is complicated. I could pull up an article on my computer about it for you, though- if I find the right one, it'll even have pictures." She had almost no idea about the food she ate, and it was apparent on her face as she bullshitted her response.

"... Some of those seem pretty straight forward; I assume fire controls fire, and the like... But, what do light and dark do? Also, I assume, from the connotations here, that nothing good comes from demonic. May I ask what the great calamity was?" She tilted her head slightly, a slight blush making an appearance on her pale cheeks as he continued to call her and the people around her gods. "n..No, really, I'm just a person; we're all just people. You can make fire come from your fingertips; if anyone's the most godlike here, it's you. The peace.. You've only really been on my platform. I swear, if you worked retail, that illusion would be gone in a heartbeat," She let out a nervous laugh, moving a hand to rub her arm. "It's not exactly what I'd call paradise, I promise. Paradise would probably be on the higher platforms, but nobody really can get up there. It's expensive; they're so high up that they have to be bubbled with plastic and glass, with air constantly pumped in, just so there's enough air to breathe..." Her eyes shut for a moment, before falling on Cyrus's white hair. "Please understand that this place... It's nothing too special. It was made out of necessity and ingenuity after the war." She looked away once more, worrying about staring at him again.

She paused for a moment, before looking up at her wall. "..I've an hour, though, before I have to go back to work. Ask away all you'd like, and I'll answer- maybe show, if I can. I think I can connect my computer with the projector, so if you don't want to go to my office to look at a screen, I can simply put it on the wall."