The Demoness has found a nice comfortable spot backstage - a minor miracle of sorts, given the clutter - and seems to be enjoying a bit of small talk with the stagehand. Mostly about the stagehand's ex-girlfriend and her new lover, by the sound of it. A rotten diva leads Zariel into the space, and he nods to her as he steps forward. "You're a real doll, babe," he says, "Most talented gal in here - and don't your forget it." She wanders back to the stage and he makes his way further in. Lasciel waves the stagehand off as Zariel approaches. "Well, now. What could you possibly want, hm?"