Madeline was torn ... emotionally, not like reality had been, she wasn't really qualified to sew actual injuries closed, just universes and fabric mostly. Peeking around Saint Vicar, peering at the creature with a look of deep suspicion on her face, it took VEEEERY long seconds for her to come around and sprout a wide smile, finally offering a wave to the anti-creature from its void of non-space.

[b]"Hello S ... uh ... SC ... s C o ... ,

S̶̡̢̱͖̫͍͈̳̥͎̿̌̌͑̈̀͗̕͠c̵̡̨̢͙̣͇͕̰͖̖͕̜̺̰̞̔̎̿͋̊͊͐̋́͐̏͂͝o̵̧̢̞̟̜̬͇̫̠̜̔́̊̄͋̎̍̃̍̓̕͠ṯ̶͇̯͚̬̝̫͙̲̑̀̆̔͝͠t̴͕̥̥͇͔͙͈̺̘̳̦̪͇̋̆̊̓̓́͑́̄̅̕̕͝͠͝.

! I'm sorry if you're here for the inn ... cafe ... tavern, it's kind of in my bag right now."[/b]

She peered down at its unrolled tongue. She just assumed it was some kind of anti-greeting from the anti-verse, and leaned down to give the tongue a little pat. [b]"Oh my, we're actually off on an adventure!"[/b]