Alma's daydreaming was cut apart by the ground trembling beneath her, and her appendages shifted in instinctive caution as to not to be crushed by the hulking giant who had sat himself down beside her. She stared up blankly for a moment, before a smile formed on her lips.

[color=olive]"Hey there, big guy."[/color] A brow raised at the sight of his face, which appeared to have been freshly beaten. [color=olive]"You punch yourself in the face again?"[/color] The lack of concern in her voice was perhaps odd to outsiders, but the beast treated pain in the same way she did. He could take it. She shifted her position slightly, coiling her tentacles around her knees as she knelt uncomfortably on the floor.

Daniel just grunted in response, settling himself to be as comfortable as possible as he unrolled an unnaturally long, slightly barbed tongue to wipe away any remaining blood on his face.

[color=olive]"Ah."[/color] Alma blinked hard as the beast cleaned himself up, and turned away. She faced towards the recently seated Asmodeus, and offered him a smile, taking note of his seeming discomfort on the seat close to her. [i]Understandable.[/i] She couldn't imagine the scene she'd make if she tried to tuck herself into one.

And then came Marshall, as regal as ever, attending the spot he always seemed to take. She might have said good morning, be he was gone in an instant, and Heavens knew she was too tired to shout. From a distance, she also caught sight of little Pinpoint, who had situated herself far away from her with obvious purpose. A shame, perhaps, but Alma might have been able to empathise.