"Oh yeah. A cult that's been at odds with Lucifer for a while now. There's a real power struggle in this place. I don't know why they wanna be in charge. Seems like a shitty gig to me, if I'm honest. Don't even get paid. But it's not just them gunning for the top spot. Rumor has it, that little weasel looking guy they had on the ship with us who goes by Barbas? He's successfully taken over twice." Dylan shakes his head, gesturing toward Lucifer.

"So maybe you wanna give some pointers to the guy in charge about how to deal with the bullshit. Maybe that's why you're here in the first place because his control over things is slipping fast and god's looking for a replacement. I don't know...just seems like there would be a reason for you specifically to be here. But that's just me. Always trying to come up with theories." He offers a quiet, understated smile -- wandering over to sit on the edge of the bed as he starts to take off his little bit of accessories. A couple necklaces, bracelet and watch. Those get placed onto the nightstand.

"I can keep an ear out. See if I can find out more. Pass on anything new if you want. I'm pretty good at chatting people up." Dylan rubs his hands on his knees, looking up. "Because it feels like if anyone's gonna know what to do here, it's gonna be you."