Lydia looked up at the movement, going back to her emotionless gaze before the sound of food caught her attention. It looked unappetizing but she could care less right now, food was food. She chuckled a little at the demon's joke before practically wolfing the food down to the point of almost making herself sick. Once done she glared at the window, feeling eyes watching them. Or more accurately her. 

"What do you fucking want from me?!" She suddenly yelled, throwing the tray at the window, smearing it with the leftover gravy as it landed with a soft thud onto the padded ground. 

"Just tell us what we fucked up so we don't do it again!" She exclaimed, frustrated at their situation. She never asked for this. Feeling tears threatening to fall, she curled back up on her bed and drew her knees close for comfort. 

On the other side of the window, a long, pale blonde haired person watched everything with a slightly amused smirk. They took a long drag from their cigarette before slowly exhaling, smoke curling around them. "You're right, she is fiery." They mused as they looked over at one of the main supervisors. 

"What of the demon? Have you managed to capture any voice recordings while it's unsummoned?" They asked as they stared directly at said demon with equally pale, ethereal eyes hidden under their top hat.